Happy Monday! I just have a minute to write a few thoughts about today and this weekend. Number one is right here!
A family in my neighborhood is getting ready to move. A couple friends and I were helping them pack up the house today. They have challenging circumstances. The mother is in a wheelchair for life due to complications from a surgery. They have 4 children at home, two of them have special needs. The mother was in the hospital last week with pneumonia. On Sunday, emails and phone calls were sent out to all those in the neighborhood. I’m humbled by the blessing it is to be able to help. To have a healthy body that I take for granted almost everyday. To see so many others stand up and offer what they can to help another. We spent much of the day with their 14 year old daughter. She needs to stand up and be Mom most of the time. It’s amazing what you can do when you have to. When life’s adversities fall upon us we somehow find the strength and hope to keep going, to learn, to be happy, and to overcome our weaknesses. It’s experiences like these that put my thoughts and actions into perspective. What really matters?
Running and races are much like life. This last Saturday I was able to be a spectator and helper runner at the Ogden marathon. I had 3 different friends running, all at different times. I’m grateful I was able to be there for them. It made me think of our journey called life and those times when we have friends to lift us up and help us along life’s road. It was a beautiful day and a beautiful race course along a canyon river. I saw my first friend coming down at mile 20. She’s a strong runner and probably didn’t need me, but it was good to talk to her and keep her mind off the miles. I ran with her till the last mile and then her son met her for the rest of the way. I went back to catch my next friend. I was happy to see her cruising along. We ran all the way through the finish line together. It was a hot day and as always marathons are no easy task. My last friends were especially sweet since it was a father and son running together, good friends of ours. This was their first marathon. The son is 11. Many people might think this is too young. Running has been the activity in their family that brings them together. They love it! They were happy to see someone who wasn’t draggin’ and could give them a little pep talk. Amazingly, the boy picked up his speed on the last couple blocks. It was hard for me to keep up with him! The cheers from the crowds were inspiring! Much like life’s race, we have people along our path sent from heaven to be with us in our time of need.
My friends look better than me in this picture and they ran the marathon! Keep makin’ goals and working hard. Celebrate the little victories. Celebrate life!