Before training for this marathon the longest distance I had ever run in a race was the one 5-k I ran. A 5-k is like three point something miles. It was quite a feat for my husky self and one that I was quite proud of. I am still rather large and soft in the middle but my miles have gone up in a short amount of time. I am proud to announce that yesterday I completed 11 miles for my long run. I had never run a double digit distance and I am excited to say the least. It was a pretty good run, I felt good for most of it. When I started all this a while back, the idea of a 5-k was so intimidating, now my short runs are never shorter than 4 miles. In the beginning I had to start somewhere, I had to get off my but and just move.
As I was running with my running buddy (Brett) yesterday we were talking about how life is like a marathon. I believe that God give us big dreams and a desire to do great things, but He does not zap us with super Jesus powers to accomplish His work. Why, because life, it is just that, WORK. The people I admire are not supper Christians with special Jesus juice, they are marathoners and when I hear their stories I realize that there was a big crazy dream that was a result of a burden they could not shake. So in response to their burden and impassioned with a wild dream, they would begin to move, and soon, with completion of each "mile" and the stretching of their faith, they would see God provide, and they would feel His fire in their bones fueling them to live and love and move like no one else. I am not going to wake up one day suddenly the man I want to be, I have to put one foot in front of the other, even when it hurts, I just got to move.
This adoption is a dream for Jen and I. If we had our way there would be no orphans, there would be no foster care system. It sounds crazy, and impossible, which is what excites me. So our first step is this adoption, this marathon, and we will keep moving, will you move with us?
