Recovery Day - 150

It's been a while since I've made an entry on my blog. At the moment I think I'm sliding down the after Christmas preparation and celebration hill. I'm feeling a little worn and weary and its probably not even the best time to make an entry. But part of me just wants to do a little writing, so here goes...

Running update - still haven't. My knee seems to continue to be somewhat bothersome. There's no point in fighting it, its just the way it is. I've come to just accept it and be okay with it. I do miss being able to go out there and run though. But I have found that I seem to have more energy and don't need as much sleep as when I was running. I think the running took more out of me than I realized. Another thing is that I've lost weight, which seems a bit strange. But when I think about it, after doing a fast in early November I've been eating healthier and just don't do all that carb loading I used to do. Anyway, I think I'll probably change the title of my blog. It's really not "Running Reflections" anymore. I'll have to give this some more thought.

Cross training update - not much happening here either. Life has been busy. Holidays have arrived and well, getting out there to bike or swim just hasn't happened. I'm looking forward to a fresh start for January 2008.

As I reflect on 2007, it has been interesting to see all that the Lord has done and all the changes that have occurred. In many ways some of the changes seem to fill 2008 with a certain uncertainty. I'm trusting in Jesus. And I long for His return. But I also know there is so much He desires to do and I do want Him to fulfill all the purposes He has for me.

One of the first things that will fill the beginning of my New Year is a brief mission trip to New Orleans with a group from my church. I'll be going with my oldest daughter. Part of me doesn't really feel that led to go. So naturally, I'm hoping the Lord will confirm His thoughts about me participating on this trip. I feel like I'm really going more for my daughter who really wants to go. It will be good though, I'm sure.

Christmas 2007 has come and gone. Its quite amazing to me. It has been a good Christmas, though my husband has been struggling with his back and thus he's been in pain, which of course isn't very much fun. We don't fight this either. We just accept it, and wait it out. It wouldn't be anything for God to heal his back or even heal my knee. I truly believe that. But its His perogative and so I must just continue to trust and rest in His Sovereign Will.

As I close this little entry, my thoughts lead me to the scripture I shared with my neighbors this Christmas. In John 10:9, Jesus says that He is THE door. No one can be saved unless they enter through Him. As I have entered through the doorway of Christ many years ago, I know that I know that I know that whatever uncertainties lie ahead for 2008, I am in Christ and thus am saved.

Out of the door of heaven did Christ leave.

Through the door of mankind did he cleave.

Out of the door of a womb did the babe leap.

Through the door of a stable did he sleep.

Out of the door of Nazareth Christ was sent.

Through the door of the cross His blood spent.

Out of the door of the grave did He break through.

Through the door to man's heart to make new.

by diane l. v.

Recovery - Day 99!

My running shoes are still laying in my closet. It's hard to believe I haven't run yet. It has been longer than I thought, but it's all good. I am indeed running in the spiritual and I'm so excited about what the Lord is doing in me, in my family, and in my church.

But before I blog about some of the things God is doing, I am continuing to cross train with biking and swimming. I did have some sickness that actually has also gone through several of my family members and so I had about two weeks off. This past Saturday when I biked I actually found myself feeling a lot more confident and less apprehensive. Usually I'm concentrating on maintaining balance and watching the road for rocks and holes. This time I found my thoughts more free and realized that they were drifting off to think on other things. It kind of caught me by surprise when I went around a turn while keeping speed without even thinking about being careful not to fall out of balance or have the peddle hit the pavement. It has been similar with swimming. Usually I'm having to focus on breathing and how far I am from the wall before I have to do my flip turn. This past Sunday I found my thoughts less on my swimming and on other things. To me those are good signs. To multitask in exercise is a plus - the body is being trained and the mind being disciplined to meditate, pray, and reflect.

My exercise regime may be interrupted this week due to being called to the spiritual discipline of fasting. There are some interesting things going on not to mention some pressing needs that call for not just prayer, but fasting too. My call to fast began after church on Saturday and has been open-ended thus far. I am just fasting from solid food at this time. There are others who are fasting too. It comforts me to have others fast with me.

Two nights ago, the Lord woke me from my sleep and I began to pray for some urgent life and death situations involving two young girls. One is contemplating abortion. The other one is anorexic and bulemic and in the hospital with heart and kidney damage. Satan wants to bring death. The Lord wants to bring life. When I began to pray for them I could not believe the emotion that ensued. I began to weep very loudly. I didn't want to wake my husband so I proceeded to go into our bathroom to pray. I did wake my husband and I just told him I'd been strongly prompted by the Lord to intercede for those two girls. I had an amazing time there with the Lord. His presence was powerful and I was in awe. Three words kept coming to my mind - gap stander, bridge builder, and wall mender. As I have thought about these words I believe the Lord is calling His people to see three great needs. One is our need to stand in the gap and to pray, pray, pray, and pray. The other is our need to be a bridge builder to the lost. We have the gospel and unless we go to them and proclaim it how will they come to Christ - Romans 10:14-15. Wall menders are about fixing the breaches we have in our churches. The breaches in our walls have brought in compromise and thus we have neglected to be set apart and wholly devoted for God's purposes. What is powerful to me is not that any of this is new but that it seems to come with a sense of urgency and timing. "Wall up our breaches" it says in Amos 9:11. And that is one thing I am praying that God would "wall up our breaches!" How can a compromised and prayerless people who are called by the name of God have, know, or see any power to go and fulfill the great commission? These are my recent reflections in my days of recovery. I am anticipating God to pull down strongholds that I cannot see - strongholds captivating young girls to see death as their only recourse. I am choosing as I cling to the grace of God to be a gap stander, a bridge builder and a wall mender as I am led deeper into the surrendered life.

Recovery - Day 53!

Wow! I can hardly believe how long it's been since my knee surgery! So I am way overdue for an update. Here's the short version: I've been getting physical therapy for the past 4 weeks. It has been going fairly well. I've learned what exercises I will need to continue to do to keep my condromalacia condition from becoming too irritated and enflamed. I've been trying to maintain some of my fitness through cross training. I've been swimming and doing a little biking. I haven't tried to run as of yet. I'm wanting to get a little more comfortable with the biking. I've recently swam laps (2000 yards to be exact) with a friend who pushed me harder than if I would have swam alone. Indeed I told her, "two are better than one! I wouldn't have pushed myself this hard had you not swam with me!" Anyway, I'm thinking about giving running a try some time in October. I have one more PT session and then I go back to the doctor. This past week my knee has felt the best it has felt in such a long time. I am thankful.

God has been doing a work in me. I am learning more of the surrendered life which includes yielding to a God who does not quit nor become weary with the work He has begun in me. His aim is high, much higher than mine. I would think I'm fine and "sanctified" enough. He thinks otherwise and so continues to shape my heart to reflect my Saviour Redeemer who is so full of holiness and love and truth. Oh to have my heart as His - continually and without compromise or feelings of callousness or indifference - a cloaking of sorts to prevent hurt and heartache. My Saviour is free from these things and this is why His aim is so high for me.

There are other thoughts that have been with me these past few months. I've been thinking a lot about prayer. Recently someone asked me if I thought there may be sparks of "prayer rivival" occuring in our land because they happened to stumble across a certain ministry organization who was ushering a call to the nation to pray. While it is very encouraging to hear this, my small opinion is that people/organizations/groups/ministries/churches etc…have been urging folks to pray for years now! While it is a good thing to urge others to pray, and I have been doing some of the urging myself in my own little church community, I believe we simply need to do it!!!!! The church needs to be praying together way more than we are. We need to be desperate for prayer and wear God out with our desperate cries for Him to pour out His Spirit upon His church. I've been thinking that we will not know true conviction unless His Spirit illuminates the truth to us. We have become good at self-deception about many things. And so if we are not convicted, we will not repent. If we do not repent, God will not hear and bring healing to us and our land. I’ve been thinking a lot about these things and I’ve concluded that God's church, universal, and even my own small local assembly are not the kneeling church we must become. Our eyes seem to be looking too much to the sins of others, not our own. Our eyes seem to be looking to the evil in our land, not the evil in our own hearts or in our own homes.

Anyway, I believe there are a lot of changes going on in our churches. Some of the change is not good change but due to the work of men and/or of evil spirits because they have found breaches in our walls. Other changes are God changes and good changes which I believe He wants to bring more of. But one thing is certain; we must be involved in the work of prayer. I fear otherwise, slowly we will become just what Satan desires – “religious” people, denying the power of the true and living God and we will walk in compromise and a deceptive form of comfort in both our church and our own individual “Christian” life. These are some of my recent reflections in the past several months.

But there is more: the return of Christ is on my mind. The great “falling away” from the faith that precedes His coming is on my mind. The condition of my own prideful and self-reliant heart is on my mind. The need I have for endurance to finish well is on my mind. And because all these things are on my mind I have no other recourse but to cry out to God in desperate prayer!

As I have thought about "prayer and revival," the infamous 2 Chronicles 7:14 verse has naturally come to mind. From what my Bible reads it seems that there is a condition involved. Are more of God's people being called to a deeper intercession which could lead to revival in our land? My answer would have to be, “Well, it all depends if God’s people will do what God is requiring in this passage.” Will I do what is required? Will the church do what is required? Even my own church? These are the questions on my mind.

As I have be in a "rehab" state in the physical sense with my knee and in the spiritual sense with bringing me into deeper surrender, I am also thinking that God's church has its own "rehab" to undergo. An exercise regime including desperate prayer seems to me to be of utmost importance. There are no more programs left to try. And we have long taken our eyes off of Christ's most certain return and those who desperately need to know Him before the trumpet sounds. Will I run this coming October? Well, I am wanting to be at the place where if I am never to run another day in my life it will be well with my soul. Because after all, I am running a marathon of a different kind, a marathon of the soul and its transformation by Jesus. And, by the grace of God, I want to run this race in a way as to win! (1Cor. 9:24)

Recovery - Day 6

My knee is beginning to feel a little better. My gimpy limp is settling down a bit. However, I'm still moving along like a turtle. I'm becoming braver doing stairs too. I'm not favoring my right leg as much or using my arms on the rails as much and I'm not doing one step at a time anymore. Yep, that's how my post-op progress is going!

On a spiritual note, I read some great stuff out of a little old book entitled, In His Steps, by J.R. Miller. The chapter title was, Growing in One's Place: Providence and it speaks the same message as did the quote by Samuel Rutherford that I mentioned in my previous blog. Anyway, here is some of what I read:

Many people imagine that they could live very much better if their circumstances were different. In their failure to live a noble and worthy life they find comfort in laying the blame on some infelicity or hardness in their lot.

This is very foolish. For one thing, it does no good. Blaming circumstances will not change them. After all, they are our circumstances, and we must live out our life in the midst of them. Besides, God in his providence has put us just where we find ourselves, and unless we claim to be wiser than God, we must conclude that we are in the right place--at least, that it is quite possible for us to live a true Christian life where we are.

God does not choose for us the place where we can have the most pleasant time, with the least friction and the fewest weights and encumbrances. Life on the earth is a school, and He puts us where we shall receive the best training. The easier place might be more comfortable, but the harder place does the more for us--makes the more out of us.

When I think about my present circumstances I realize that things could be so much worse. I have to keep things in perspective. But since these are circumstances I wouldn't have chosen for myself, for I would have chosen simpler and easier ones, it is the harder place for me and will hopefully prove what I have just written profitable and thus do more for me and make more out of me. At least, this is my hope and prayer.

Post-op Recovery and Here

I am on post-op day 5 recovering from my arthroscopic knee surgery I had on Tuesday, July 31st. At the moment I am icing my knee which requires sitting down with my leg elevated. I thought I would redeem the time by posting on my blog which has been so neglected due to my "running sabbatical."

After the procedure was over, the doctor came in as I was in recovery with some bewildering news. He told me he had good news and bad news. He said the good news was that I didn't have a meniscus tear after all. The bad news was that I had a condition called chondromalacia patella. He briefly explained what that was and as groggy as I was caught only pieces of what he said. Basically the cartilage under the kneecap has softened and is beginning to break down a little in some areas. Apparently, you can't see this by xray or MRI. Only a scope can diagnose it. I'll be needing some PT and have to be on NSAID's for a while. Recovery can be lengthy. The doctor didn't think I'd be able to get in that marathon any time soon. :(

Hmm...today I read this quote:

The great Master Gardener, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, in a wonderful providence, with His own hand, planted me here, where by His grace, in this part of His vineyard, I grow; and here I will abide till the great Master of the vineyard think fit to transplant me. Samuel Rutherford, The Loveliness of Christ

A transplant sounds really good right now, to be moved from this place, here, and be put on a path where condromalacia wasn't invited. But as the quote says, "the great Master of the vineyard" must "think fit" to do the transplanting.

I will get my stitches out this week and then I can resume swimming to at least try and maintain what fitness I have left after sitting on the side lines more than I care to. I have purposed to keep my eyes fixed on Christ, stay close to Him by prayer and be in the Word as much as I can. It has been an interesting time for me. I have also resolved not to let this get me down. I can't afford the enemy to find any breach whereby he can bring discouragement and depression my way. And he will try to find anything to ensnare God's people. God has planted me here so here is where I'll be - content and knowing that He is mighty to save, mighty to heal, mighty to sanctify, mighty to revive, and mighty to love. With His Hand I am here and with His Hand I will grow - here.

Swimming Reflections!

Wow, it has been about a month since I posted on my run blog! I can hardly believe I have been unable to run for most of my summer. And yes, I am still on my "running sabbatical." So, instead I've been spending a little time doing some laps at the pool - hence the title of this blog, "Swimming Reflections!"

I have been able to get to the pool 6 times now and each time I have swam 1 mile. The swimming really does feel great. Last week I asked one of the life guards to time me swimming 100 yards freestyle. I was hoping to get under 1 minute and 30 seconds. I did it in 1 minute and 25 seconds! That put a smile on my face. Anyway, my knee is not too bothered by the swimming and I am very thankful for that. I'll be having knee surgery on July 31st. I am not looking forward to it, but apparently I have a pretty good sized cartilage tear and all the rest in the world doesn't seem like it's going to make it go away. So, I have settled for the surgery, unless the healing hand of God touches my knee first. Of course, I do know that He is more than able to accomplish that small request should He desire to do so.

Today, when I went to swim my mile, I made some little friends who were vary curious about "that thing on my head." "What's that thing on your head, lady?" "Do you have any hair under there?" "Why do you wear that thing?" I let these little people who were 5 - 7 in age know it was my swimming cap and it kept my hair out of my eyes. Then one of the little girls said her mommy lost all her hair because she got cancer. Then she told me, "ya, my mommy passed away because of her cancer." I told her I was so sorry she didn't have a mommy any more. I asked her when it was that her mommy passed away. She said she was 5 when it happened and that she was 7 now. She said she lived with her daddy and that he was "really nice." I told the little girl that my mommy died when I was little too. "It's sad and hard not having a mommy, isn't it," I said to the girl. She said, "Ya, I miss her lots." Then she said, "I'll swim some laps with you." I said, "That would be great!" She swam 12 laps next to me and I told her she was a great swimmer and that she should swim on a swim team. I told her that's what I did when I was little. She finally said, "That sure is hard, swimming back and forth." She got out of the pool and off I went for more laps. Hmm, I wish I could have had more time to talk with her and tell her that it was Jesus who took care of me and saw me through. It is a tough burden to bear as a little one - the loss of a mother. The little girl's name was Diana! When I told her my name was Diane, she just couldn't hardly believe it! I can pray for her and if I never see her again this side of heaven, it will be my hope and prayer to see her on the other side! And maybe we can do some laps once again, side by side, in heaven's pool!

An Unwanted Running Sabbatical

So far, 2007 has proved to be a year of injuries. First there was a hamstring problem in January. Then I had issues with my right knee - an issue the doctor thought was "runner's knee syndrome." Both resolved themselves quite nicely. Unfortunately, now I'm dealing with a problem with my left knee. It seems a lot worse than what was going on with my right knee a couple months ago. I went to the doctor and he is suspecting torn cartilage. Hmm... never had this before. This morning I had an MRI and though the technician couldn't give me specific details, he did see fluid build up where there wasn't supposed to be any. He said he really couldn't tell me anything else and so I have to wait until I see my doctor this coming week.

Hence, I am on an unwanted running sabbatical. But, I'm trying to be accepting without becoming too crabby. Anyone keeping up with my running through out the years would think I must be getting pretty good about turning in my running shoes because every now and then it seems that is exactly what the Lord allows and calls me to do. It usually becomes something that the Lord uses for good and I am able to concentrate on other projects or things He would have me do. I've already been getting a project done I probably wouldn't have started yet if I wasn't on this "no running" stretch. So, once again, I'm learning to let go, let God, hand over my running shoes and let Him put back into my hands something else.

I am hoping to do some swimming though which would be a good thing if I can muster up the courage to do some laps. I haven't swam laps in over a year. Since last summer I didn't train for a triathlon, I didn't do any laps. So, it will be interesting to see how I feel in the water again. I did go ahead and buy me some new goggles and a swim cap, so I am somewhat serious and determined to get wet! Well, we'll see what the doctor says about my left knee and what the prognosis may be.

Runner/Fisherman

Running log catch up: Ran 4 miles on 6/4, 4 miles on 6/6, and 4 miles on 6/8! That made a weekly total of 12 miles! I haven't done that in a while, so I was pleased. My next run was on Sunday the 10th and I ran 5 miles. I haven't ran 5 miles in a while either, so I was thrilled! I thought I might try to go for it since I was feeling pretty good and I was just enjoying my time reflecting about Christ's call on the Christian's life to be a "fisher of men." When I approached the turn point that leads me to the four mile mark, I just ran right through it! From that point on I was committed to going 5. It really was a wonderful run.

As I ran on Sunday, I reflected on a recent Christian outreach event that took place on Friday evening. There's much to say, but I'll keep it to this: God orchestrated something that no one could have planned and it was something that took me and others by surprise. I saw Him at work and I as well as many others were privileged to be part of it. After the gospel had been given, the teens who had questions/or a desire to dialogue further were direct to a certain location. As I walked into the area I saw a group of teens walk back out of the room. It was at that point where I heard the Lord speak in that still small voice of His to "Go after them, for I have called you to be a fisherman!" And so I did. I went fishing in the name of Christ for those teens. I was able to speak to a group of 4 girls. I reiterated the gospel to them. I said that they were not here by chance or coincidence, but that God had brought them to this place. To my surprise, they stood there and listened to me. Then we all prayed! Did any of them receive Christ? I don't know the answer to that question, but my Jesus does. What I do know is that many seeds were sown in their hearts and I will pray that God waters those seeds and that some day they will bloom into the saving faith of knowing Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior!

I was able to talk to others too. It was a good night and a night that renewed my identity. I am many things. I'm a Christian, a wife, a mother, a daughter, an aunt, a sister, a pastor's wife, a friend, and yes a runner! But I am a fisherman too and was thankful to be reminded of this awesome, entrusted privilege. I hope to keep my fishing gear ready. Besides, with summer here, it's fishing season anyway! At least it always seems to work that way. It seems I'm always having more contact with people during the warm and sunny months. So, let's go fishing!

Running and Remembering

I had a wonderful 3 mile run today. I took it nice and easy. I decided to listen to my ipod and one of the songs I listened to really said everything I've been thinking about lately. Here are the lyrics: It's called Thoughts of You by the Barlow Girls...

Thoughts of You and how You've changed me fill my mind.
Without You where would I be?
So even though I've tried to express my thanks it never comes out how I hoped.
I want to say so much more, so with these simple words I'll try...
I Love You...my heart is Yours, only Yours.
I long to give You all of me, my everything, my everything.
God, I never could repay You, You gave everything.
Without You where would I be?
You still loved me even when I pushed You away,
You stood there and waited til the day I'd return.
So even though I've tried to express my thanks it never comes out...
I want to say so much more so with these simple words I'll try...
I Love You...my heart is Yours, only Yours, Jesus.
I want to give You all of me, I love You, I love You, my heart is Yours, only Yours.
I long to give You all of me, my everything, my everything,
Thoughts of You and how You changed me fill my mind.

My awesome son figured out how to put this song on my blog so it can play! It will be my running mantra. A mantra is an expression or sacred words often repeated to facilitate a sense of motivation or encourage a transforming of the mind. All those big wig professional runners say you need a running mantra. So that's it, my spiritual running mantra as I run the race of faith, wrapped in a love song to my Savior, my Hero of all Hero's - Jesus!

Running, a Snake, and a Break

A quick update on my running log - ran 4 miles on the 15th and on the 18th. Had a very unusual event take place as I ran on the 15th. A car passed by me and then stopped and began backing up on the street. I noticed the window on the passager side opening. The car stopped when it backed up far enough to where I was on the side walk. Of course I'm always leary when a car slows down or stops by me when I'm running. I did manage to recognize the person in the car. It was someone from my neighborhood and so I stopped running. She wanted to warn me about a big snake making its way across the road. She said she thought it might be a copperhead. She pointed to it and I saw it with my own eyes. It was a big snake and I never saw one that big in our neighborhood before. She said she was going to try to run over it. I watched as she proceeded to run over the snake. She managed to get the tail end and I saw blood and a squirming snake trying to make it across the road. I quickly ran by and the lady in the car said, I'm gonna run over it again. I gave her a thumbs up and continued my run.

What if that lady had not warned me of this impending danger? I could have been bitten by a snake on my run! Yikes! I was very grateful as I continued my run. I thought about how Christians should do likewise. We should warn our brothers and sisters in Christ when we see them running into harms way. Satan indeed would desire to trip us up as we run the race of faith. We must heed one another's warnings and humbly receive them in love.

The next time I ran, the stench of a dead snake was in the air as I ran by the spot where the dead remains lay in the road. I was reminded that Satan has indeed been defeated because of Christ's victory over the grave. My enemy may still lay snares for me - some I have fallen prey to, some I've been spared of, and some I've been victorious by the grace of God. I must remember that though at times it can seem like Satan is winning a lot of battles, God has already won the war!

After those 2 runs, I came down with a sore throat and took some time off until yesterday, May 29th. I was able to run 3 easy slow miles. It was great to be on the road again. I had a blessed time with the Lord. I left my ipod at home and just spent some good time in prayer and meditation. I'm looking forward to running tomorrow. I think I'll keep it at 3 miles just so I my sore throat doesn't come back.

A Running Race Day

After having to lay down my April race events I had wanted to do (a local 5K and 1/2 marathon) because of knee issues, I finally got to run in my first race event of 2007. I hadn't run a 5K race since last Fall. And it was a great day, perfect weather, and a nice flat course with only 4 turns. My goal was to get under 30 minutes which I did, but I didn't get my personal best. I was off by 1 minute and 26 seconds. But I still had a great run and feel pleased with how I did.

This morning my oldest daughter woke up and wanted to go with me. It was great to have her there. As I rounded the last bend and saw the finish, I first heard her cheering me on and then I looked up and saw her. It gave me my last push to finish strong and hard.

I had been neck and neck with a lady named Susan. We pretty much ran the last 2 miles right next to one another. We chatted a bit as we ran. She was one year older than I and I kept thinking I can't let her beat me and I'm going to have to really fight to get ahead. I did and it felt good. As I neared the finish, I saw a gray headed older man ahead of me. I remembered when he passed by me during the run. I thought, "Run, Diane, run! You can't let that little ol' man beat you!" I gave it everything and I ran passed him! Yeah! My treasured verse kept ringing in my ear, "run in such a way as to win!"

I didn't get into the top three in my age group, but I was in the top 12! I placed 11th out of 32 in my age group. And overall, I placed 53rd out of 180 other females. I'll take it.

As far as my running mileage for this past week, I ran 4 miles outside on Monday and then 3 miles outside on Thursday. Then my 5K or 3 miles today at the race. The race today was a charity run called, "Race for Miracles." It was the first time I ran for an event where 100 % of the money stays here and equally divided between the two children's hospitals in the area. It is always good to have a purpose for running in a race. Today it was for sick children and I was happy to be part of it.

Rain Stopped, Sun's Out, Time to Run!

Finally, after almost a week of rain - on again off again, the sun came out this Saturday afternoon and stayed out. I ran 4 miles out in the humid sunny air and it felt like I was running in a sauna! I'll need to drink in a bunch to make up for the amount of sweat output! The temperature was 76 degrees, not too hot, but with the humidity I was very thankful for the breeze moving the steamy air around.

Overall, it was a good run and I am happy to say I put in a total of 12 miles this week. To catch up on my logging miles, I ran 4 miles last Saturday, 4 miles this past Tuesday, and 4 miles this past Thursday. Through out the rainy week, I was fortunate to catch some dry moments and I found myself running inbetween rains. I had some rain sprinkle fall on me, but not like last week when I got caught in a down pour. The knee is feeling pretty good for the amount I'm running. I am surprised. No time for reflections today. Maybe next blog.

Outside Run Interrupted

I should have known by the dark ominous clouds that were looming in the back ground that I was in for a wet run. But I was hopefully thinking I could get the run in before the rain came. Alas, I was entirely wrong in my hopeful thinking and about half way into my course, the drops fell. It wasn't too bad at first. So, I was hopeful again. I thought, "Well, maybe it will just be a light Spring sprinkle." Wrong again. The torrential downpour came and by the 2 mile mark, I was totally soaked. And for the sake of my ipod which was strapped to my wrist, I ran on home.

What an interruption. I could have just called it a day. I sat there at the table in my kitchen dripping wet while looking out the sliding glass doors. I found myself hoping again for the rain to stop. It wasn't stopping and time was ticking. I decided to quit sitting in defeat. I decided to get into some dry running attire and finish up on the treadmill. I ran another 2 miles to complete a total of 4 miles for the day. It is late now and I'm unfortunately feeling a little twinge of achiness in my right knee.

It seems that life is full of interruptions. The thing is to see the interruptions come through the loving Hand of Providence. When seen through these lenses, you can be sure the Lord will use whatever the interruption may be, as a divine tool in His grasp to mold and shape the character of Christ within our life. As selfish as we can be, we want what we want, when we want, how we want, and where we want it. Jesus wants us to want what He wants, when He wants, how He wants and where He wants it. Sometimes the best place to see our selfishness is when interruptions come our way. How strong of a hold do we really have on some things? So strong that it has a strong hold on us? And indeed, a stronghold it becomes.

I've had so many interruptions in my life. And they continue to come to my front door. If I choose to surrender my way and will for His way and will then I will be the better for them. When an interruption which happens to be defined as a pause, a break, or a temporary halt in an ongoing activity or process, comes a calling, I must be okay to halt and heed what the Spirit may be wanting to show me or teach me, or where He may want to lead me. Life doesn't happen without interruptions. And today, neither did my run. But because it was interrupted, I actually ended up running a longer distance by running outside and inside, than if I would've just ran outdoors. How about that!

Just Running Catch Ups

I haven't been in much of a writing mood lately - at least not on my blog. I have put out a few articles though. One for a local Christian news and events publication, it's actually my annual May article I get in every year now for the past 10 years - usually related to Mother's Day or women's issues. Then I wrote a couple shorter articles for our church newsletter.

My runs lately haven't been too focused. I've been thinking a lot about my right knee, wondering if it's going to act up. So far, so good.

To catch up, I ran 3 miles outside today. It was at a pretty decent pace. I was in a hurry because I had to be somewhere at a certain time, but was determined to squeeze a run in. It worked. I iced my knee afterwards and it really feels fine.

I also ran 3 miles on Sunday and then 3 miles last Thursday. I am happy about getting back into a consistent running schedule. I'm hoping to bump up my runs to 4 miles soon. My new shoes haven't given me any problems and I think its the first time in a few years where I haven't had to take back new shoes after a couple of weeks of running in them. Well, I'm off to a few domestic duties that are awaiting my attention.

Running on Pavement Again

Today was a test. I actually ran 3 miles on the pavement! It is now after 11 pm and my right knee feels absolutely fine. I'm hoping my knee is passing the test. I'm relieved and blessed but we'll see how it feels tomorrow. I was able to break in my new running shoes on the pavement as well. They felt great. It was a good run. It was sunny with some clouds and actually quite warm. I had a close encounter with another one of my favorite Spring site's as I ran passed my first full blooming Lilac bush. It smelled gloriously grand!

Last Wednesday I ran 3 miles on the treadmill, but wasn't able to run until today. I've been out of town at a youth event. It's good to be back home. How I love being at home!

I signed up for a 5k that takes place in a few weeks. I'm looking forward to it. Anyway, I'm keeping this short and sweet. I feel like I'm still trying to catch up on my sleep. Three nights of only 3 to 4 hours of sleep is not as easy as it once was so I'm ready for a good 8 hour snooze!

Running Little Running Humble

Today I ran another 2 miles on the treadmill. Yes, its just a little bit and its less than what I've been running, but at least I'm running! I'm happy to be able to do just 2!

My new shoes felt great and now hours later my knee is feeling pretty good too. I am very much relieved. As I've thought about my marathon aspirations which began months ago in great determination and all the things that have transpired - all the obstacles and then the total change of direction the Lord brought my way, it is rather humbling. I haven't reliquished my hope or dream to run a full marathon someday, but do know that it is not at this time. The knee injury has confirmed this for me and only being able to run a couple miles has put me back to humble beginnings. But I suppose that any kind of humility is a good thing. My loss can really be my gain. Just like my weaknesses can be my strength. It is always my weaknesses that cause me to look to God's grace and it is His grace that helps my weaknesses display His power. And when this happens I can glory in my weaknesses knowing that the power of God will be seen. The divine has come to do its work. And to yield is to be humble. Humility is knowing that we are unable to change ourselves. I have a Savior that has not just saved me on the day I was reborn, but He continually saves me - day after day after day! Saving me from the power of sin, the snare of Satan and all the world's enticements. My Savior saves me by changing me and conforming me to His likeness.

Back to humble beginnings is a good place to be. It reminds me that every little step I take each day to grow in my faith will be met with grace to produce in me the very thing I cannot seem to produce in myself. The distance of the 26 miler practically pales in comparison to the length, and height, the depth and breadth of this kind of 2 mile meditation! No wonder the Lord said not to "despise the day of small things!"

Running Resurrection

Well, for about the past two weeks I have been sitting on the bench from running. That was until I experienced a little running resurrection yesterday! It wasn't much but I'll take it. I ran a nice and easy 2 miles on my treadmill in my NEW SHOES. Yep, I finally got them! They felt great and my knee felt pretty good too.

Last Monday when I went to get my knee looked at, the doctor felt I wasn't experiencing anything too severe. I had some xrays taken and thank the Lord they looked okay. My doctor thought I had some tendons that were aggravated and a little rest, ice, anti-infammatory meds, a compression wrap and special knee exercises would be the best cure. I was doing much of that already and continued for a second week. Then yesterday, I just couldn't help myself. I had to give it a try. I was so happy to be on that treadmill! I had no pain or discomfort to my right knee after running yesterday or at all today. I'll probably try to run another 2 miles tomorrow. I hope this running resurrection lasts! I was told to take it easy, so I better be a good patient. She said if I don't I could easily aggravate and irritate the tendons again. I do think the new shoes will help a lot.

Any way, today is Easter, the most glorious day for the Christian! I have been overcome by the passion of Christ as I have reflected on His suffering, death, burial and resurrection. He did this for me. He did this for all. The grave is empty! Jesus is alive! Could anything be any better than this? Absolutely not! I pray that my life would reflect this truth by telling others what Easter is really all about!

Running and Knee Problems

Okay, here's the deal - I'm having a knee issue. Of course this is most problematic for a runner! And quite disheartening, but I'm trying to be a good sport about it.

In my last blog I mentioned my right knee making some fuss at me after getting in a 6 miler on the 18th of March. I rested for two days and then ran 4 miles on Wednesday the 21st. My knee continued to be somewhat aggravated for whatever reason. I rested another two days and then ran a 5 miler on Saturday the 24th. My right knee is now yelling at me with enough decibels to warrant a doctor's visit. So, I made one. I'll be going this Monday and I'm guessing I'll need to have an xray or MRI done. My knee is making a popping noise and doing this "locking-up" thing. According to my symptoms, and from my home work on the web, I think I may be taking a little time off of running. But we'll see what the doctor says.

I've been doing the R.I.C.E. thing - Rest, Ice, Compression and Elevation as well as taking motrin. It does seem to help.

I am supposed to run a 5K on Sunday. I signed up weeks ago, but it probably wouldn't be wise to run it. I am tempted though. It is a great course! It's flat and I got my best PR there last year, plus came home with a second place medal for my age group. It was a lot of fun and I was really looking forward to running it again. But I just don't know.

I am having to trust the Lord with perhaps another season of laying down something I truly love to do. And I know every time I've had to surrender my running shoes, it has always been a blessing in disguise. I see the Lord is continuing to redirect my focus and direction. I only wish it could have been during the cold winter months. Not being able to run in the Spring weather is indeed a big bummer, but I will try not to despair too much. One thing is certain, when I know it's time to get new running shoes, I'm not going to put it off for another 3 months! Sometimes we're really just suffering the consequences of our own foolishness. Maybe that's what's happening this time. Whatever the reason or cause for my knee issue, I will believe God can work it for good in my life by bringing deeper trust, deeper sanctification, and deeper submission to Him. And those are things I want my heart to "run" miles and miles in!

Running into Spring

It is official. I have seen the first flowering blooms of the happy daffodils which for me indicates that Spring has arrived. I just love this bright yellow flower! It brings such a sweet joy to my heart. I call them the "happy flower." And whenever I tell my kids I have daffodil happiness, they know that I am very happy.

The daffodils prepare me for the coming resurrection. They remind me that Easter is just around the corner, the most joyous day for the Christian. Jesus died on the cross to save me from my sins and has risen to new life. From the depths of the grave He breaks forth. Death has been defeated. Jesus is the Victor and because of His death, burial and resurrection, I have experienced the New Birth and can now walk in victory. The sting of sin and death cannot hold me down and like the daffodils, by the merciful grace of God, I can break through the hardness of winter's soil into the warmth light of the Son! I can live and move and have my being in Christ. I can be filled with His Holy Spirit and thereby have the power to walk in a manner that pleases the Lord. And that is why daffodils make me happy!

As I ran last week, getting in 4 miles on Monday and 4 miles on Wednesday I saw the first of the daffodils that have bloomed along my course. This put a spring in my step and I enjoyed both runs. It was actually a pretty crazy and busy week so I was happy to get in those two days of running. Thursday was packed with appointments and meetings. We were able to visit for several hours with some dear friends from Moscow, Idaho who were passing through town. Then Friday was busy as well. I spent the afternoon at a local Christian school speaking to 4th - 8th grade girls and their mothers on the topic of modesty. It was a wonderful afternoon, but by the time I got home, I was exhausted from the week and decided I would run the next day. So, the next day came bringing snow with it of all things! I was hoping to run 6 or 7 miles, but not on my treadmill. I decided to run the next day. Sunday came and I got in a good 6 mile run.

Today is Monday and I'm feeling a little discomfort in my right knee. Not sure what that's all about, but one thing is for sure, I need to spend that Christmas money I received for new shoes and just go do it and do it this week!

Running in a New Direction

Today is Sunday. It is an "off" running day for me. But I am behind in logging and blogging so here goes: last Tuesday I ran 4 outside and last Thursday I ran 4 outside. I was fortunate to have some pretty good weather - both days were in the 40's and fairly sunny.

Yesterday was significant. In order to reach my goal of slowly increasing my mileage up to 10 miles the week before running the half marathon on April 15th, I needed to get 6 miles in. So, that was my training plan for yesterday - run 6 miles. It was the best run in the best weather I had in a long time. Signs of Spring were everywhere - the warm sunny weather (60+ degrees), the fresh mulch that the neighborhood landscapers recently put down and the lovely aroma that came with it!, birds singing, more folks out for walks than I had seen in a while, and the first of the daffodils making their way through the ground - just the green leafy parts, no yellow flowers yet! Besides that, I ran without my under armor! I was able to wear my t-shirt without the extra layer underneath. I didn't need any gloves or my ear band. It was great.

Nothing so much significant about any of that, until midway into my run something came to me, something familiar to those begotten of God and that was His still small Voice. As I was running, minding my own business, just doing my running thing, training for the half marathon I had set my mind to do, God unexpectedly spoke a very clear word to me. The Lord told me to lay down my 1/2 marathon plans on the 15th and go to "Battle Cry" - a major youth conference with my daughter and some other folks from my church. It was as if the Lord placed His hands on both sides of my face and set it in a new direction and said, "This is where I want you on that weekend." As I ran with such a sense that God had just intervened in my life with new plans, His plans, I began to cry. I was literally overcome by that still small voice - still, yet like a towering wave heaped upon me; small, yet like a thunderous crack breaking through the plans I had set for myself. It was as clear as the blue sky I was running under. And it came so very unexpectedly!

What do you do when this kind of thing happens? Well, I just kept running - only now yielding to a new direction. How funny I had just wrote about "different/opposite directions" in my last blog. I had no idea whatsoever that I would soon be running in a new direction myself. If you could only know how I had my own plans so thoroughly made. They were just so set. Months ago, when I first heard about the conference, I thought to myself, "Wow, that sounds great, too bad I already have plans for that weekend." Then weeks ago when it was promoted at church with some very motivating video clips, again I thought, "Oh well, sure wish it was on a different weekend." I never once thought, "Hmm, maybe I should pray and see if God wants me to go to this conference."

Oh, the tender mercies and graces of God that come to our life! Sometimes so unexpectedly they just side swipe you off your course and land you right where God wants you! Yes, I am surrendering my running shoes to God on the weekend of the 15th of April. And I am going to follow His still small voice to caravan with a host of saints to Detroit, Michigan. I am most confident He will meet me there. As for my dreams to run a full marathon one day, and the half marathon for a second time in my life on the 15th of April, I accept it will not take place at the time I had hoped. I am going to continue to train for the half as if I would be running it just to let myself know or anyone else for that matter know, that I am not trying to get out of something that is difficult. I'm sure there's another half marathon race to enter somewhere soon. I'll keep my eye out for one and we'll see what direction the Lord will lead me as I seek out a different half to enter.

Running in Opposite Directions

Haven't ran since last Monday and haven't logged since last Wednesday. I had a sore throat last week that turned into a cold. Today I finally felt like I was kicking the virus and so I went out for a 4 mile run. It was sunny and in the mid 40's. There was a breeze in the air every now and then and I was fortunate to have it at my back at various times during my course.

I felt pretty good, but didn't push it too much. At a couple different spots during my run and from a distance I could see another runner. At first I didn't know if the runner was running in the same direction as I was or if they were running towards me. The closer I came to the other runner the clearer I could see. Both runners, at different times in my course were running towards me. That meant they were running in the opposite direction that I was going. That meant I wouldn't catch up to them and run in the same direction with them, but it would mean I could see their faces and we would eventually pass by each other. The first runner was a woman. She seemed happy like me to see another runner on the road. We both exchanged friendly smiles and broke our huffing and puffing to give a verbal "hi!" I wondered how long she had been running, how far she was planning on running or if she was training for an upcoming event. As we ran in opposite directions I wondered if she shared my thought of thinking how nice it would be to run together every now and then with another fellow runner - in the same direction.

I do love to run alone enjoying the presence of God. But on occasion I think it would be a sweet change to run with another human - sharing a similar pace, running at times in tandum, talking and conversing about this and that and just knowing you're with someone who loves to run like you do.

The second runner who also ran in the opposite direction I was running in seemed very focused. He had one of those strapped on h20 tanks with a tube near his mouth. No doubt he was a serious runner, putting out the mileage and probably training for a big run. He didn't even give me eye contact as we passed by or a greeting. He was into his run and for reasons he alone knows, did not want any distraction to his intense focus. I can respect that! That's exactly how I feel when I approach a finish line to a race. Although I may hear friends or family from the sidelines cheering me on to the finish, I am so totally focused all I can concentrate on is crossing over that line and finishing well.

As I reflected on the two runners I saw today running in the opposite direction than I was going, many parallels about the race of faith came to mind. Here are just a few of those thoughts:
Christians are called to be in the world, but not of the world. That means I will be running in a different direction than a non-believer. For example, while they may run to alcohol or drugs for escape and temporary comfort and pleasure, I can be filled with the Spirit and know true peace and joy. While they may use people to meet their needs without relational commitment, I can enter into a lasting covenant with one person and be swept away by the depth of unconditional love. On a different thought, Christians can also be running in opposite directions but still be building the same Kingdom. There are as the Scriptures teach a variety of ministries and varying gifts. That means some of us are called to the same area of ministry while others are called in a whole different direction. But we're still serving the same Jesus, we're still on the same team, just running differently in the horizontal but the same in the vertical. The more I grow in grace, the more I appreciate the diversity in the body of Christ. Unfortunately, some Christians run in the opposite direction when it may not be the best thing. And they are running to get away - away from truth, from conviction, from the way that is narrow.

Scripture reminds us that the road is broad that leads to destruction and many are they that find that path; but narrow is the way that leads to life and few are those that are led in that direction. When Christians opt for the broad path it is running in the opposite direction that God would have for their life. I have seen this at times occur not only in my own life, but in the lives of some dear Christians I know.

All around there are runners running in this thing called life. Everyday they pass me by. Either seduced by the world, or led by the Spirit, or temporarily wayward, they're out there on the road. I pray that I can stay on course, while still being effective in the lives of those who pass me by - running in the opposite direction.

Running and Revival

To update, I ran 3 miles on the treadmill on Saturday the 24th. The weather was cold, windy and rainy all day long. On Monday though, I was able to get in 4 miles outside. The weather was sunny and the temperature was almost in the mid 40's. It was a good run.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about revival. There have been several things that have triggered my thoughts on this particular subject. I've been experiencing a personal revival in the area of my own prayer life. How interesting that it seems to be connected with a weekly 24 hour fast I added to my life about a month ago. I have been getting up at night, not intentionally, but I believe by a prompting of the Holy Spirit and I find myself led to pray. Many things will be on my heart and my mind and so I pray. Then there has been prayer - intense and heartfelt - at various meetings where believers have gathered. People I've been in community with for years and who I've never heard pray before are praying aloud in the assembly.

God has put four specific things on my heart to pray for His people, in my local church and the church in my community and even in the nation. They are prayers for repentance, unity, revival and Holy Spirit empowerment. I cannot seem to get these things off my mind and heart. I am desiring to see the saints pray as they never prayed before. I'm desiring to see the sanctuary of my local church become a sanctuary of prayer where folks just come in to pray at any time of the day even if its just for a few moments to pray for these things.

The other thing that I have noticed lately is a new awakening to the authorities God has placed in my life. As I ran on Monday, I saw three police cars that were dealing with an accident up the road. They were giving direction and advice to keep people safe which is one of the reasons God places authority in our life in the first place. Whether it is my husband, my pastor, a civil magistrate - these are all placed in my life to offer protection and to bring a certain sense of security that makes peace and joy abound. I want to be under these spheres of authority and welcome their guidance and counsel in my life. I don't want to be independent apart from them. I believe God works through them to guide people into His will as long as it does not go against the written authority of His Word.

The word revival means a reawakening of religious fervour and a restoration to bodily or mental life or consciousness. The word revive means to come to or bring back to consciousness, life, existence, vigour, notice, activity, and validity. While I do not care for the word religious, I understand what is being implied. It is the aspect of faith in a higher being, which for the Christian is Jesus Christ - the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings. The faith is heightened to a grander summit and the desire to walk in His ways and to live in a costant communion of sorts with Him preempts all else. Yes, this is revival and may it fall on me and all who love the Lord Jesus! How I want to run in this thing called revival - run to its very fullness!

The Badge of Running - Pain or Pleasure?

If you're a true runner, you will know the answer to this question. It is neither pain alone or pleasure alone; it is both. Yes, the badge of running is both pain and pleasure.

Somedays, running is the biggest pain in your life. Everything in you says, "Don't go running!" Your mind is telling you this, your body is telling you this, and your emotions are telling you this too! When this happens, the runner who has been running since they can remember, pins on the badge, ties up the laces and sets out the door to do their duty. And they run, in pain.

On other days, running is such pleasure. Nothing can keep you from running. It seems effortless and you take flight as if you were a gust of wind. The clarity of mind, the jubilation of emotion and the strength of body that takes over is pure wonder. How fun to wear a badge like this!

As for the past two running experiences I had, one was most pleasurable (that was the 4 mile run on Tuesday) and the run today was a bit on the painful side. I had wonderful weather on both of these days! But today I ran fuelless and that was the biggest reason it was a difficult 4 mile run. I had been 18 hours into a fast. Wow, what a difference fueling and carb-loading makes. It was pain, but I finished without caving in to all the demands my body, mind and emotions were placing on me to stop.

After completing my course, the pleasure part did come as it always seems to do. I was reminded of the badge of Christ. I once heard that the badge of Christ was not a cushion but rather a cross, only a cross. I do know that as a Christian I am called to deny myself, pick up my cross daily and follow Jesus. But I also know that to lose my life in this way means finding it. So really that badge of Christ, though painful, ultimately ends with the most profound peace and joy. Sounds like comfort to me - sweet and soft, just like a cushion!

A Runless Week

Unfortunately, the title of this post is absolutely true! I haven't gone that long without running since I can remember. I think the last time I was sick I didn't run for 5 days, but this time it has been 7 days and I wasn't even sick!

So, what was my excuse? Well, here's my list - my youngest came down with strept throat again for the third time since the beginning of January, my husband had a birthday, then there was Valentine's Day - both of which demanded celebration, I had another child who needed to have some medical tests done because her asthma's been acting up, then there was preparation for areas of ministry - the women's bible study I'm leading (I had gotten behind in my prep)and a weekend conference on contemporary courtship where I was asked to give a talk on the importance of modesty as it applies to courtship. And that's not to mention all the regular duties of homemaking and motherhood, homeschooling and helping my husband! Something had to give and though I do not like to lay my running down, it just had to be temporarily set aside.

Finally, I was able to get in a 3 mile run on my treadmill yesterday. I was so happy to be running on that detestable piece of exercise equipment that I usually loathe! But yesterday, it had become my very best friend!

Well, I hope I don't have to have too many more of those runless weeks before my half marathon in April. It would make me very sad to have to reconsider the half when I've already had to lay down running the full marathon.

What a coincidence to have posted in my last entry my desire to always press forward and then I had an entire week of not even running. I went absolutely nowhere when it came to moving forward in my training. But at least when it came to things of eternal significance, I did move forward - in the most important relationships I have and in Kingdom building. A Runless week? Only partly. And only in something that really profits little, according to Scripture - 1Timothy 4:8.

Running Freedom

On Wednesday, February 7th I listened to another teaching cd while running 3 miles on the treadmill. I had hoped to be set free from the tiresome sound of the treadmill belt go round and round, but it still was in the low 20's and I was just too wimpy to face the cold elements.

But bless the Lord oh my soul, I finally got to run out in the wide open space yesterday! I was set free from the treadmill tangle and had a great 4 mile run out in the 38 degree sunny weather. I had such a blast! My pace was faster than usual and that was probably due to how excited I was to be outside. It had been a while and I thoroughly enjoyed breathing in the great glorious cool crisp fresh air of a beautiful February day. I had a great time with the Lord, meditating on His goodness and the freedom I have in Christ, my Savior.

Jesus has set me free from sin and death. I am no longer a slave to them, but to Christ, and willingly so! He is my Master, my gracious, merciful, loving, just, and faithful Master. "Let Thy goodness like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee." For bound to Him, I know true freedom and run freely to the finish.

As I ran outside, moving forward, going somewhere, not just staying in one place like I do when tied to the treadmill, I thought about how much I do not want to stagnate as a Christian. I want to grow. I want to grow in Christ. I want to know Him more fully, I want to serve Him more faithfully. I want to be yoked to Him so much that nothing else ensnares me - no work of the flesh can claim me because I am free from those things! I am free and my course is unhindered to run on in Christ! To run on with Christ!

Because Christ is my Master, I can run free with a hedge of protection surrounding me from the traps Satan has set for me. I am a child of the New Covenant and as such God has angels to fight against principalities that war against me to see my freedom faulter.

Yes, I want to keep moving; to keep growing! I never want to come to a place where my anchor has landed and though I feel like I'm moving (like on a treadmill), I'm really only staying in one place. Jesus deserves so much more than our treadmill tactics. For His Name sake, for His Kingdom's sake, He deserves runners that are making headway. Runners going towards the mark of the upward call. It's freedom to advance upward. It's a bondage to turn to the right or to the left or to go backwards or to stay in the same place. And so by the grace of God, "here's my heart, Lord, oh take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above." Seal it and send it running, running freely, running forward!

Running to Teaching CD's

The blast of wintery cold, snow, and wind has continued to keep me running indoors on my treadmill. I decided to give my ipod a rest and make good use of the running time listening to some teaching cd's.

This past Saturday I ran 4 miles while listening to an interview between Dr. James Dobson and Elizabeth Elliot. The subject was on sexual purity for teens and young adults who are in that place of waiting. Since I have some speaking events coming up on modesty, I wanted to listen to Mrs. Elliot on this topic. I have read some of her books, and she referred to one of my favorites - Passion and Purity.

It actually made my run go by faster than usual. I was busy focusing on the discussion without watching the quarter mile track light as much as I usually do. Before I knew it, my run was over.

On Monday, I ran 3 miles on the treadmill and listened to a cd by Nancy Wilson, Christian author and Pastor's Wife, (and also friend and mentor to which I owe much thanks to shaping my worldview in the areas of wife and mother) entitled, "Standards of Holiness for Mothers and Daughters." Again, my run time went by quicker than usual and I was much encouraged and edified by these two godly women.

Today, I did not run, but it actually made it to the lower 30's. I am due to run tomorrow. I'm not sure on the weather or temperature yet, but how I want to run outside! If not I will listen to more teaching cd's and redeem the time or running inside on the treadmill. Maybe this is why God is keeping it cold? Hmm...

As far as my left ham string goes, it's feeling better, but then I haven't really been able to get out there lately and do any kind of decent long run. I'm pretty sure at this point I'm going to have to shoot for the 1/2 marathon instead of the full. I don't want to admit this, but I think it's probably the reality of things. If I can do the 1/2 marathon, I'll still be overjoyed. Besides, I'll get to continue having that anticipation of one day in my future a full marathon will be realized! Just not as soon as I had hoped!

Running With Friend and Foe - The Wind

I have been quite consistent with making late blog entries. I have ran 3 times since my last entry. To update the running mileage log - I ran 4 outside on Saturday, another 4 outside on Monday and then shied away from the cold temperatures which were in the low 20's today and ran 3 miles inside on the treadmill.

If I have calculated accurately, I have ran 43 miles this month! Not what I should have totaled, but it will have to do. I am pleased none the less.

I'm really needing that mild winter to come back around. Where is it? Even as I write this post, it is snowing, again!

The last two times I ran outside I ran in some of the windiest weather yet. I'd much rather run in the heat, the cold, the rain or snow, but I do not like the wind, at least not when its coming right into my face. It is a fierce foe and makes me work harder while making me feel like I'm making very little head way. On the other hand, the wind can become quite a comrade when it is at your back. On Saturday, one gust of wind came at my back so hard and fast it nearly knocked me on my face. I couldn't help but pick up my pace and it was with such ease. It felt effortless. So my running in the wind was appreciated as well as very displeasing to me. I liked it, then I was disgusted by it. It was my friend and my foe at different times throughout my course.

I am hoping for less windy weather to run in on Friday. And warmer too! We'll see what the weather man says. In the mean time, I'm praying for the return of the mild conditions we had earlier in the season.

Running on Salty Paths

I'm a bit behind in blogging. So quickly to update, I ran 3 miles on Sunday, inside on the treadmill. Tuesday I ran 4 miles outside and today I ran another 4 miles outside.

The past two times I have run outside I have had to dodge a few snow piles, a few ice patches and run over salt covered pavement. Sometimes the salt was so abundant, one would almost think the bottom of the salt truck fell out leaving a major pile. In other places it was more evenly scattered and then other parts of the pavement there was no salt to speak of at all.

I thought about salt and my life. Jesus says in Matthew 5:13 that I am the "salt of the earth." I would have to say that my life has a similar reflection of the salt I saw on the ground as I ran recently. Sometimes I have seen my life be a little too salty. In other words, I've been a little over the top and have used my Christianity a little too sharply or wielded God's Word, also referred to as a sword in Scripture, too carelessly. Some may have been wounded in the way and perhaps have been discouraged from a life of faith. This is indeed not good. Think of dumping a pile of salt on a good piece of steak. It ruins the taste of the meat. You wouldn't want to eat it. Salt is good, but only when used in appropriate amounts. Then there have been times in my life when there has been an absence of salt altogether. Times like these come when I am not in the Word, in prayer, or in fellowship with the community of saints of a local church assembly. When I make sure these things are active in my life they keep a steady flow of salt coming. Communion with God keeps the flavor of Christ coming through the flow of His Spirit into my life. Only then can I be "the salt of the world" that God has calld me to be.

Today as I ran and observed where the salt was too thick, too thin and evenly distributed, I couldn't help but pray that God would pour on the salt in my life in such a way that is just right - "seasoned" according to the flow of His Spirit. I do want to be a Christian that not only has to run in the physical on salty paths when winter comes from time to time, but also a Christian that is running on steady salty paths of the race of faith.

Running and Holding Back

Well, it's been almost 2 weeks since I've ran outside. Actually it's been 11 days. And it was 11 days ago I was able to run 7 miles. Then sickness set in, an ice storm hit, and my left hamstring began giving me a little twinge. Today the sun was out, it hit 40 degrees and my left back thigh didn't seem to be too bothered, so I took off outside and ran 4 miles. Right now it is after 10 pm and I really feel pretty good. My left leg gave me just a tad discomfort after running, but it wasn't too bad.

I took it pretty easy as I ran and didn't give in to any "sprint" urges at my finish. I always finish well and it's become quite a habit to pick it up at this one point of my course that nears the end. But to spare my left leg, I held back.

Holding back is something the marathon experts say is of great importance at the beginning of the 26.2 mile run. And it is hard because of all the adrenalin pumping through your body and all the electric excitement that's in the air at the event. Yet, holding back is not what I want to do at this point in my training. It is a dilemma, but I am trying to be patient and accepting of where I'm at.

Holding back is something Christians must do at times as well. We should hold back when we are mistreated, not returning evil for evil. We should hold back when we are angry, not letting our emotion lead us to sin. We should hold back when passions would cause us to step out of certain boundaries - and one does know where the lines are drawn. We should hold back our tongue when it would otherwise lash out, give an unkind word or unfair criticism. We should hold back and take the lesser seat, waiting for an invitation to be moved higher. We should hold back in demanding our right to be proven right. God knows. God sees. He will bring justice in His time.

When I look into the Word or even through history, I'm amazed at how many faithful saints were mistreated, rejected, persecuted, ridiculed, and maliciously slandered. Folks separated themselves from these faithful saints because they simply could not stand the light and the truth that was in them. John tells us that men do love the darkness and are bent towards it. Those that are repelled by the light have a spirit of jealousy and envy within them. Those of God's children - branded by Him, blessed by Him and used by Him will be targets to these kinds of people. It even says that of those who came against Christ Jesus. They had no reason to crucify Him. Their envy spurred them on and the book of James says that "where there is envy and selfish ambition demonic spirits abound." Where God's favor settles, demonic forces follow creating a mess of human relationships. Who will hold back? I believe that it will be the one who really loves Jesus and knows that he has a cross like his Master's to bear. And so, he will hold back from the desire to retaliate, and choose to pick up this cross, carry it, and daily ask for the strength to offer love in return for whatever unfair, underserved coldness comes his way.

Yes, holding back is something we can learn from Jesus and the faithful saints of old. Their ability to keep running the race of faith in Christ in spite of such circumstances of real people treating them with such malice reveals to me the need for Divine power to take the helm of my heart and fill it with a neverending outpouring of love, mercy, forgiveness and grace and then direct it towards those who would rather seek to bring hurt.

Holding back in marathon training is not my idea of proper preparation to achieve the goal of crossing the finish line. But holding back to ungodly actions and attitudes is definitely the right kind of preparation for crossing heaven's finish line and hearing Jesus say, "Well done, good and faithful servant."

Running and a Hamstring Problem?

Okay, this is getting a bit tiresome, but I think I'm struggling with obstacle #6 - a hamstring making a little noise! So, I'm feeling better, ran out of obstacle #5 which was sickness and now this!

I do believe this is my first "ipod injury." I say that because on one of my runs just before I was sick, I was listening to some great tunes and sprinted to my finish one day as if I was a teenager again! The song I was listening to was the kind of song where you just couldn't help but take off! And boy did I take off and ever since have felt a twinge in my left hammy. I wasn't thinking or using my head. It was pure emotion and the power of the physical and a great song thanks to my ipod!

I was hoping I was imagining things, but after I ran on Monday and now after running a 3 miler on my treadmill today I don't think it's my imagination. "Okay, Lord, what do I do now?" Just wondering...still pressing ahead...not fainthearted yet!

Running Blog Anniversary & More Obstacles

Wow, I've actually been blogging now for 1 year and 4 days! It has been a good thing logging miles and blogging thoughts. I think we'll continue this Running Reflections for a bit longer. Happy 1 year Anniversary Running Reflections!

As to more training obstacles, I've been sick. Last Monday I ran 7 miles then that night felt a sore throat coming on. By the next day my sore throat was in full swing. I ended up going to the doctor's and was given some antibiotics to treat not strept, but tonsilitis.

I am feeling much better. It has been 5 days since I ran and so I decided to run an easy 3 miles on the treadmill. I'm hoping I don't have a relapse.

As far as my marathon training goes, I haven't called it quits yet. I'm definitely going to do the half if I just can't seem to get all those miles in that I will need to get in. I've decided that I would still try. If I can get up to 18 miles by the end of March, I'm going to go for the full. If I can't make the 18, I will humbly settle for the half marathon and wait for another time to do the big one.

In either case, I will still run - in the physical and in the spiritual. I can't ever quit!

A Worshipful Run

Well, I did not get in my long run yesterday due to a last minute decision to have company over. So, I had to get things in order as well as do some cooking. It was a good time of fellowship with dear friends.

So, today I got in my long run. I ran 7 miles and it felt much better than I thought it was going to. It is late now as I blog and I'm sorry to say I am feeling a sore throat coming on. I pray for a good nights sleep and rest tomorrow and perhaps I can shake it.

During my 7 miles I listened to music on my wonderful ipod and entered into such a spirit of worship I felt like running with my hands lifted up in the air! At times I also felt like closing my eyes to fix my mind solely on Christ enthroned, but you just can't do that when you're on a run! I felt very encouraged to make the 7 miles and feel hopeful to continue to scale to the summit of 26.2 little by little. In the back of my mind I have the half marathon done for sure, it's just the next 13.1 miles I'm unsure about. I remain hopeful and have not decided to not go for the big one. I'm taking it a day at a time and a prayer at a time.

What a great time of worship. What a great run. What a worshipful run!

Running and New Beginnings '07

January always brings me an inspiring reminder that it is time for New Beginnings. It is a new year - the very first month of the year. A time to reflect on the passing of another year with the hope that the new year will be more bountiful, more productive, more sanctifying than the previous.

As I ponder on all that happened in 2006, I actually feel a sense of strength to have endured it. I also am full of gratitude to the Lord for the continual grace He has supplied. I truly know that had it not been for His grace and mercy, my steps would have faltered to the point of remaining down on the ground, unable to get up and press on. But when I look back and see my faltering steps where faith grew faint and zeal to fight waned before moments of despondency, I know He met me there and stayed there until my gaze returned fixed upon Him. He is my life. My all in all. My hope. He renews my life, regenerates my soul, refreshes my flesh. I am in a fight, a race, a battle. I can never stop and never quit. Rest yes, but turn back, never. My enemy is fierce. He would have me crushed and destroyed. I cling to the mercy and grace I find in Christ and His cross. I will not fear 2007. I will be a braveheart and lift up my cup of salvation and allow the Lord to fill it as He sees fit. He is my trustworthy Savior, my King, my Lord. He would not abandon me or forsake me. He knows my future and it is in His steadfast Hand while my very being is in His loving Heart. What can the enemy do to me? What can man do to me?

God is on my side. Nothing separates us. He is my keeper! He will keep me in the fight and in the race. I will keep fighting and keep running in the year of our Lord, 2007 and it will be a good year, a better year. I will always hope and believe that the best is yet to come. Why can't it when the years that go by, no matter how trying or difficult, if I see them as having come from my Heavenly Father's Hand to train me, to mold me, to conform my character into Christlikeness, then they are the ones that actually end up being the best years of my life. I will not have regrets or the urge to embrace forgetfulness on various pains that come to me in any given year. They are the things God uses to change me. They are the things that reveal how much changing I need. Oh that my heart would always be soft and warm and welcoming to such things without dismissing them as wasted purposeless and painful times. God makes all things new! And I will see new life birth from difficulty. And so I look to a new year, a life that has a fresh start - one that has been strengthened by things that took place in 2006. And I am hopeful!!!

As far as literal running goes, I ran 4 on Monday, 4 on Wednesday and 4 today. I'm hoping to get in 7 or 8 on Sunday. I am filled with gladness. His Holy Spirit is ever near.

Running and End of Year Update

On December 26th, I did get my 4 miles in and then on the 28th I ran another 4 miles. Saturday, December 30th was the day of my long run. At this point, I'm feeling way behind in where I should be or even need to be. But it's where I'm at and so my long run was putting in a 6 miler, which I was able to do. I felt pretty good and had some great weather for it.

The year of 2006 has come to an end. I have tallied up my mileage. I ran 426.75 miles in 2006!

The experts say that runners should get new shoes every 250-500 miles. I am certainly qualified. Good thing Santa gave me money to get some new running shoes for Christmas! Because 426.75 miles later, I need them.

It's a beautiful day. I think I'll go for a New Year's Day run! Happy New Year!