This morning I set out for my 15-mile training run.
Today was rough… humidity at 98%, and an added challenge to run without music for that distance to allow time for truly resting my head from purposeful noise… and just allowing nature’s music to be the background today.
It’s these days I often think of my Dad in heaven. So many thoughts are going through my mind…
Happy that he’s at peace, a little jealous that he doesn’t have to deal with the stressors of what’s around us. Heartbroken that I can’t ask him advice on how to deal with certain things…
But even still as I round the corner to finish this run, I know he is looking down… proud at what I have overcome, smiling at who I am becoming, and glowing because his lifelong harsh but gentle teachings are woven in me.
“I am my father’s daughter.”
Fifteen miles of “I-get-to-wake-up-and-do-what-I-love…”
Life has really been good to me. 💙Amen.