I am holding onto these words tightly today.
Yesterday, when a friend told me about the Boston Marathon, it was like someone sticking a knife straight to my heart. This last year has been so freeing for me, and one of the keys to that freedom is running.
When I think about the running community and what happened yesterday it just makes me so sad. Runners are kind, compassionate, and so loving. When we see each other on race day, we smile at one another because we know the battles we've done to get to that day.
And every runner, no matter how little or far the distance they run, knows about Boston.
Boston is where the warriors of our tribe go to do battle. It is the race to run.
When I think about the community of runners, I think of them in terms
of a tribe. Tribal members look out for one another. I also think about Jesus when I think about running because I see Him so often in runners and some of them don't even know it. The correlation between the two analogies is that both are helpers of the highest kind.
Yesterday was not
the first time I've seen my people help one another after a race.
won't be the last.
From something that was so awful, I keep seeing so much good. And I'm holding onto the good. I'm holding onto my people and to the love they so selflessly showed others.
I can't run today because I've got to study for finals. So I am going to do what I can. I've got one of my race shirts on and I am looking more forward than ever to run a race this weekend.
I'm praying for the victims, for my people, for the helpers, for Boston, and for our country.
And I'm gonna wear yellow and blue for Boston.
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