Every have one of those days where nothing seems to be going right and yet at the same time, nothing is going wrong. This happens to me on occasion when I get into a funk for no real reason. Today was one of those days. I just didn’t feel like doing anything and when I did do some things or got some good news, it didn’t do anything to change how I was feeling.
After running around trying to get some donations for the silent auction part of my fundraiser on February 2nd, I came home and had a package. When I read who it was from I knew it was a donation from my friend who makes her own purses. Inside the box was the donation, but on top was an index card where my friend wrote a Bible verse from Joshua. It read:
Have i not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go. Joshua 1:9
Then my friend added:
Too true! God’s called you! Hope these help, even a little, with getting you there!
My friend and I met at a short Mission’s conference over a year ago. We have stayed in touch and have tried to help each other in this strange time of raising financial support. She is gathering ministry partners to go to Eastern Europe as a missionary and yet she spent her time and effort to make purses for me to use in my silent auction? Does that sound right to you?
I am amazed that my friend spent her time and effort to makes something for my silent auction, but I am even more thankful for her note inside the box. God has called me, He will provide and He will be with me wherever I go.
Thank you friend!
As some of you might now, my mom and I are training to run our second half-marathon in 4.5 months. We ran her first and my second-ever half-marathon this past January in Charleston and we signed up to do the Glass City Half-marathon in Toledo at the end of April.
Our training involves three morning (as early as 5:30, gross!) runs every week. This means that in addition to seeing each other other times throughout the week we are almost guaranteed to hang out with each other for at least 3 hours a week, just the two of us. Now, I’m not saying that all of the time is “quality” time since we can’t always carry on a conversation while running, but to me all of it is quality.
While we were running today I was thinking about how blessed by God I have been to be able to do this with my mom. You see, as of five years ago, I wouldn’t have been able to run 1.31 miles let alone 13.1. As of last year, my mom hadn’t run more than 5 miles in her life and some weeks that is our shortest distance. Had God not allowed me to lose weight or had He not put the idea of running a half-marathon into my mom’s head we wouldn’t be doing this. We would not see each other multiple times a week and be able to truly enjoy interim time before I go to Germany for at least four years. I am so thankful that God has given me this time with my mom and I will never forget this time.
Beyond the fact that I never imagined my mom and I running together I cherish this time, because I get to train her. My whole life my mom has been my biggest supporter. She has cheered me on in sports when I was incredibly mediocre, come to my side when I was in the hospital, taught me how to treat every person with love and supported me even when I was destroying myself with food. Now I get to be her strength, I get to cheer her on, I get the opportunity to run by her side reminding her achieve her goal. I would not trade that for anything.
Thank you God for giving me an amazing mom and for allowing me this opportunity to be her support.