Running?

This past weekend was quite a amazing. On Saturday, Holly and I went to the fellow's dinner at Saint Joseph's. This is an amazing organization - a grassroots organization - that recently finished raising money for a 1 million dollar endowment. This shows that when normal people work together, amazing things are possible. On Saturday night, I had the sincere privilege to share some things that have been on my heart with the church. I heard some great feedback. By Sunday afternoon, I was edging the neighbor's sidewalk. By Sunday evening, I started out walking and ended up listening to a friend in need.

This past weekend left me inspired... and frustrated.

I know that my frustration level has been high so far this week. My temperament has been a bit volatile - for this I am sorry. (I've tried to apologize on the go, but just in case I've missed anyone who might be reading this, I'm sorry.)

The strangest thing happened tonight. I left Holly's and went home. l was sitting on the couch just kind of feeling lost. I decided to go for a walk before hitting the hay.

As I started walking, a voice said, "Run."

By that time it was dark out (no one watching), so I ran.

Now bear in mind, I am not an athlete and running is probably one of the most dreadful things I can think of to do. Yet I ran the infamous mile block around the school. I got back to my house and I thought, there must be something wrong. That wasn't so bad at all. So I hopped in the car, changed the odometer to zero, and drove around the block. Sure enough, it was still approximately a mile. (I'm glad all those mile runs weren't a waste in high school.) Okay, so I grabbed my cell phone and went over to the track and ran another mile. This was nothing outstanding but it was a least a minute less than I ever ran in high school PE. (I am quite surprised and will have to make sure this is not a fluke - probably on Thursday.)

After walking it off a little bit, I rested on the damp football field and looked up at the stars.