I say I'm not.. but then I do

I ran my first 5k last year about this time.  It was amazing, empowering, God filled, and hot. and tiring.  Wonderful wonderful case.  Afterwards, I said it would be my first and only. 

I somehow have signed up for two more. Back to Back.  As in one day, and then the next day.  As in, 14 hrs between them.  One involves mud, the other color bombs.  Makes sense, doesn't it.  I thought so too at the time, but the paint fumes must have impaired my judgement.  And both are about 3 hrs away.  I crack myself up. 

Stuck in a box

On the way home from work, I think about how I feel like I've been released from a box.  I think work truly flattens my personality.  Seriously.  I know this sound ridiculous but... I'm not the "professional" that I have to pretend to be at work.  All dressed up, polite, and quiet.  Nope, not me.  I'm loud, number one.  I'd rather tell you exactly what I think, number two.  And I rather be in my pjs, number three.

I'm trying to think of things that are happy.  Instead of thinking about being in a box
    like I love the sound of my exercise app interupting my music to announce my mileage :)
          I love that my dear husband puts toothpaste on my toothbrush every morning
          I'm learning to like the sound of tweeting birds
          I like working with a crew of men (they don't talk much)(truly a blessing not to hear about people's
                                                                 hair not looking right, or who's husband did what, or what
                                                                 jewelry or clothing that was just purchased, or what the dog did)
          I like that I trust God and to know that He is in charge and has MUCH better plans then me.
          I love playing tennis (or catching the ball :)
          I love smiling at little Asian girls.. meanwhile praying for mine
                                                              

Francesca Battistelli - Strangely Dim (Official Lyric Video)

http://youtu.be/MjmZ2v0niCI

I've got a front row seat to the longest wait.

I've got all these plans piled up sky high
A thousand dreams on hold
And I don't know why,
I got a front row seat
To the longest wait
And I just can't see
Past the things I pray
Today

Sometimes where I stand
On this narrow road
Is in a raging storm
Or a valley low
But oh

I don't know, I don't know
What tomorrow may hold
But I know, but I know
That You're holding it all
So no matter what may come

I'm gonna fix my eyes on all that You are
'Til every doubt I feel
Deep in my heart
Grows strangely dim
Let all my worries fade
And fall to the ground
I'm gonna seek Your face
And not look around
Til the place I'm in
Grows strangely, strangely, strangely dim.

This song touched my heart.  I feel like I'm stuck in waiting, plans piled high.  My dreams stuck on hold.  I'm so tired of pleading.  Is He listening?   Where is my girl?

I just needed this reminder.  When I give it ALL up, my worries, my impatience fads.  You, Lord, are holding IT all.  No matter what comes.  I will seek Your face

Good to be Alive by Jason Gray

Good to be alive - Jason Gray

Last week I took a break from most of my exercise.  And I believe it made me even more exhausted.  And I sleep more.  So tired. 
So I begged my coworkers to meet me for a 7:00 run this morning.  Ah, I could hardly breathe, so tired, but yet revived.  It's a straight up pleasure, the energy and alertness of the mind that comes after a run.  And this song was ringing in my head.  That is So GOOD to be alive.  And we do have the decision of making the day feel blessed.  God has blessed us with so much, but often I overlook it.  But it is there. 

The beauty of EVERY life

Just watched Glen Beck's talk and video of Kermit Gosnell, makes my stomach ache, heart aching pain.  That a man can snip a baby's spine after birth and that it seems as no one cares or wants to even talk about it.  He stashed the bodies all around the office and cut some of the babies feet off to store in jars in the refrigerator.  No, the media needs to talk about how to pass laws to make guns illegal, because of the school shootings.  Even though this evil Doctor has killed more humans then all the school shootings.

The society doesn't even care.  They think....Abortion is fine.  Abortion is legal up to a certain amount of weeks.  So technically  what Dr Gosnell was doing wasn't even worth talking about.  Some of the baby's were "only" a week later than legal.  It's not a big deal that the babies were yelling and wiggling.  They are just things.  

I just get cold thinking how wrong these people are.  How can they get to this point?  That its just ok to kill a screaming baby.  Or how they think that it's ok to kill a baby inside the uterus that looks like a baby, breaths like a baby, wiggles like a baby, but its just random cells, just a thing.  It's the mom's "rights".  

Come Lord Jesus, send us home, let justice reign.

I watched this video on the way to a birthday party.  A party of life.  Celebrating life.  It made me compare.  Life. Death

I love birthdays.  mine.  and everyone else's.  One more day of breathing , heart beating, joy.  I praise God for life.  For the mothers that choose life for their babies.  I pray, that I get to mother one of those babies.