Today is the first time since 2005 that we didn’t lace up, brave the cold and walk the Dallas Half or Full Marathon. When we started it was the White Rock Marathon. I remember the exhilaration of crossing the Finish for the very first time, tears of joy and wonder streaming down my face. We did it! I always thought I’d be that 80-year old out there, slow but finishing. Sadly, that is not to be. Sometimes in life we have to accept our limitations and move on to new experiences and challenges. We spend so much time mourning what was that we miss out on what can be. I pray that my new experiences in cycling and swimming will be as exhilarating. I pray that He will continue to meet me on the path or in the lane just as He did on the pavement. Lord, help us to treasure the past but also look to the future with great expectation.
Happy Sunday Saints!