Happy Monday to you! I was back at it again at the Fredericksburg trail for my daily run. My buddy, Derrick Miller, met me in Fredericksburg for our typical Monday afternoon run. Good times!
I told him that I wanted to go “low and slow” today, and he was kind enough to oblige. We ended up running 4.57 miles (which still counts as “low” mileage for us) at an average pace of 7:31 (which is borderline “slow”). If the run was too long or too fast, it was my fault.
I am trying to keep my runs this week in the “low and slow” category as I prepare for my Friday morning marathon in Connecticut. I think tomorrow morning I will go out again with my 9 year old daughter, Piper. She has been asking to join me for another run, and she made sure to get to bed early tonight so that she can wake up and join me!
As I think back over the scripture reading for today, I continue to be amazed by the father of the demon possessed boy. What an astonishingly honest statement he makes to Jesus:
Immediately the father of the child cried out and said, “I believe; help my unbelief!”(Mark 9:24, ESV)
I personally resonate so deeply with this man’s passionate cry. I do believe that God can do what He says He can do, but I still struggle with (at least) a momentary lack of faith from time to time.
I am so thankful that Jesus meets us where we are at, and leads us to where He wants us to be. I need that in my life. I have it in Jesus.