I guess you could say it's been a long week, a really good week, but a really long week. A week of tears of joy for mountains overcome, and tears of sorrow for loss, both unanticipated and expected. A week of staying up too late and "conquering the world" (my family's saying for our overachieving selves), of talking about real live grown up things with my husband, cheering each other on, and holding onto each other as if tomorrow may not come. It was all of those things that that lead me to the lake path tonight, running until my heart would break, running until my lungs fell out, running until I couldn't feel my legs. Running until I stopped to cry, and sob, and breath, and pray. And then again, run. If you are a fan of Matt Redman, listen to Never Once. Listen to it until your ear drums burst. Listen to it as you sit by the crashing waves of Lake Michigan, listen to it until you realize you're shivering, and the ground around you is wet from rain. Listen to it as you run home, heart restored, rain washing away your tears.
I thought of this picture on the run back, and what my cousin had said, "prepared you more..." And I smiled. How little that delighted 2 year old knew of what life would have in store, from amazing canyon hikes, to all the heartaches and joys being a "grown up," brings. I think my smile in this picture was anticipating more puddles! How little still this 28 year old knows of what may lie ahead. But in all those years past, and in whatever is to come I can quietly and confidently say over and over again, "...You are faithful. God, You are faithful."