On the Move!

So, hey there stranger! Long time no speak (blog).

That's because I live a completely different life now. 
New marital status. 
New name. 
New town. 
New church. 
New ... well ... you get the idea. 

So, it would only make sense that I would now also have a new blog. I'm still setting it up for email subscriptions, etc. but I wanted you to know I've moved (me and my blog too). It's still called "Never a Dull Moment" because that characteristic of my life hasn't changed. In fact, if you know my husband, you know it's only that much more true now. 

I hope you'll continue to follow my/our adventures!

From now on, my blog site will be mermclendon.blogspot.com.  I hope you will come find me there!

Shaming the Shame

It's a passage I've read a million times ...

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart."  Hebrews 12:1-2 (NIV) (emphasis mine)

This passage has been running laps in my mind recently. Perhaps initially because of the Easter season and thinking about all Christ endured for me ... instead of me ... because of me.

But it didn't stop there.  The passage has now moved on to speak deep truths about something that has recently been plaguing me: shame.

This is a weird season in life right now for me: I'm in a new town, a new house, new work location, new church, making new friends, and soon to have a new name. All of those things are blessings, but also struggles. For me "new" means unfamiliar and uncertain. While I love a good adventure, it also seems to wreak havoc on my security, and in turn my confidence.  It feels kinda like this:

Everything seems like a test to prove myself.  And according to me, I fail far more than I succeed. I hate it. Not so much the circumstances, but how I seem to be responding to them. And as Hebrews warns, I find I am growing weary and losing heart.

ENTER JESUS

(Those two words are always the game changers.) I must "consider Him" as Hebrews instructs.

When those verses popped into my mind yet again this morning, the spotlight seemed to be on the phrase "scorning its shame." What does that even mean? I must confess I don't use the word "scorn" much. So I looked it up.

And here are a few of the synonyms:

disdain; mock; scoff at; laugh at; dismiss

Ok, enough with the etymology lesson. What's the point? 

God used Merriam-Webster to teach me something.  

These definitions and synonyms paint an interesting picture of Jesus' reaction and response to his difficulties. He was unjustly accused and was being put to death in the cruelest, most embarrassing way: tortured, stripped, and nailed to a cross for the world to see. It was intended to be a shameful fate. But it was not for Him.

The Bible says He not only endured it, He embraced it and willingly allowed Himself to suffer that way. And the shame that should have accompanied it? Well, He mocked it, scoffed and laughed at it, dismissed it.

Jesus. Shamed. The. Shame.

He refused to let it define Him or defeat Him. He blew it off like it had absolutely no power over Him. How? Because His self-worth was not based on any of the things that were being said or done.  It was secure in the unconditional love of the Father.

I realized Jesus didn't just defeat death.

He defeated shame.

I don't seem to have any problem embracing the idea that I will get to live forever in the presence of God. After all, Jesus defeated death. It holds no power over me.

Now it's time to embrace the idea that I can also live in the security of God. After all, Jesus also defeated shame. It holds no power over me either.

Thank You, Jesus, for all You endured, for all you accomplished. Help me to receive the FULL benefit of that labor of love: to be free from the punishment of sin, to receive Your grace and mercy, and to live a life free from shame. I am unconditionally loved. Period. 

Amen and amen.

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Let the Countdown Begin!

Our wedding website

Silent Saturday

Holy Week is full of mile markers, each with their own significance:

Palm Sunday

Maundy Thursday

Good Friday

And of course the Pièce de résistance ... Easter.

But not yet. 

Today is Saturday. Good Friday is now in the past but Easter is not yet here. Though some religious circles refer to it as Holy Saturday or Easter Eve, most people I know don't refer to it as anything.  In modern American culture, perhaps it is the day most Easter egg hunts take place or the day church choirs put the finishing touches on their cantatas. But that's certainly not what I'm talking about. In relation to Holy Week, what is the real significance of this day? Is it just a placeholder sandwiched between the important stuff?

For me it is an interesting day. Not because of how I spend it but because of how I imagine the disciples spent it.  Think about it ... they've had the privilege of walking, talking, learning from, and just hanging out with Jesus. God in the flesh. He was changing everything. Then what changed was the tide of public opinion and in a mind-numbing twist, our hero was betrayed, arrested, and unjustly killed.

"Wait. This is not how this was supposed to happen.  I don't understand. We thought He was the Messiah. We devoted our lives to Him. And now He's gone. What do we do now??"

That is the angst I try to linger in on this Saturday.  How that must have felt for them. 

The confusion. 

The gut wrenching grief. 

The fear. 

The questioning. 

The speechlessness. 

The feeling of God being ... Dead. 

Then I think of how that has felt for me, and maybe you as well. 

When things don't play out the way they were supposed to. 

When I feel like the train just derailed. 

When my life feels like it is swirling down the drain before my eyes and I am rendered utterly dumbfounded and paralyzed. 

The confusion. 

The gut wrenching grief. 

The fear. 

The questioning. 

The speechlessness. 

The feeling of God being ... Dead. 

Right now we have an advantage over the disciples. We know that Resurrection Sunday is tomorrow. That the tomb would be empty. That hope is not lost and God is anything but dead. 

So why can't we remember that for ourselves when we are in our Holy Saturday seasons?  

Why can't I live in the glorious knowledge of Easter, even on Saturday?  

Why can't I trust Him to be exactly Who He said He is?  To do exactly what He said He would do?

Perhaps that is what makes Saturday "holy" and a significant part of Holy Week -- because of the profound faith work that God is doing in the silence.  This is the day I find out what my beliefs really are. 

Let us not miss that today because of egg hunts and choir practice. 

Let us not busy ourselves to avoid the agony of thinking about the implications of yesterday. 

Let us embrace today's hurt, today's questions, with the glorious foreknowledge of tomorrow's miracle. 

And may the heaviness of today only serve to increase the joy of tomorrow. 

God is not dead. 

He's surely alive!

Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning. 
(Psalms 30:5 NLT)

Doing What You Do

I just had a thought ... shocking, I know.

I realized I have not yet shared a significant epiphany that took place in my world this year. (Note: I am not referring to the holiday in January but the rare and precious occurrence of the proverbial dangling light bulb above my head suddenly turning on. It doesn't happen often, so I like to commemorate it when it does.)

And unless you and I grab coffee or dinner or share more words than a tweet allows, then my blog is typically the place I share such moments with others. It is also the place I document them for posterity since my own feeble memory is no longer a viable filing system.

What was I saying?

Oh yeah. Epiphany.

So earlier this year I was contemplating the prospect of a career shift once I graduate from seminary - an event about seven years in the making but on track for December. You see for the better part of the last four years, I have been using my dust-covered yet very expensive math degree by working in the accounting department of a large travel agency. This was planned to be a temporary arrangement until school was out of the way and I could return to what I had deemed "real ministry." The aforementioned "real ministry" had been my vocation for the better part of two decades leading up to seminary, and I was convinced it was my inevitable destination afterward.

Enter God.

Those two words should light up your dashboard as a spoiler alert for what is to follow: this doesn't play out the way I thought it would.

I couldn't get over this sense that God might want me to stick around said accounting department, even beyond graduation.

"Weird. Why would He want that? I'm just crunching numbers. There is important ministry work for me to get back to." (I'd like to introduce you to my very active Messiah Complex.)

Yet the sense did not go away. In fact it got stronger.

Then I read John Ortberg's book "The Me I Want to Be." Little did I know God had handpicked this book for such a time as this.

As someone convinced my efforts wouldn't be worthwhile until I returned to "real ministry," imagine my shock and chagrin when I read these God-inspired words:

"God Himself can only bless me in my circumstances today. If I cannot experience the Spirit in the work I am doing today, then I can't experience the Spirit today at all" (p.225).

Oh, but this one was the real kicker: "We are the ones who make our work significant - not the other way around" (p. 227).

Stop. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200 ... until you read those words at least one more time.

We are the ones who make our work significant - not the other way around.

Maybe that doesn't hit you like a bazooka to the chest like it did me. In the world of me, my identity was almost entirely wrapped up in this "higher calling." In my mind, though I would have never verbalized it this way to anyone, I was one of the "chosen" ones called to something better than most ... I was "called to ministry." Oh, sure ... I know ... we're all called to be ministers. We serve wherever we are, so bloom where you're planted. Yada yada yada.

But secretly I never really believed that applied to me.

Why?

Because I was called to ministry.

But now, if God is grabbing that rug out from underneath me and saying, "Meredith, everyone is called to ministry. Everyone" ... then where does that leave me? Who am I really? What makes me special?

And God said, "I'm so glad you asked."

You see, as God drew me into this dialogue, He redefined my understanding of worth and most importantly the source of it. I am not special because of a unique calling or a special title. I'm not significant because of where I work or what kind of work I do. I'm significant because of who I do the work for.

YOU are significant because of that too.

And while at the time it was a difficult, mind-blowing, world-rocking, reality-shifting epiphany, it was also the sweetest relief I'd known in awhile. My work, my performance is not why God loves me. He just does. The work I do is both an expression of His love for me (to invite me to join Him) and an expression of my love back to Him.

So whether I am a pastor or a pizza maker, a chaplain or a chicken farmer, a minister or a mathematician, what matters is that I do it all to the glory of God.



* Special thanks to Steven Curtis Chapman for composing a soundtrack to my epiphany. Click here if you can't see the above video.

iPods Don't Make Musicians

[Inspired by Romans 2:13]
We are not musicians just because we listen to music on our iPods. It would be a ridiculous notion to think otherwise. Imagine someone auditioning for an opening in a band or orchestra of some sort:

"So ... tell us about yourself."

"Well, I'm a musician. I've been playing for years. I love music more than anything and I really want to be a part of this."

"That's great. So what is it that you play exactly?"

"The iPod."

[insert cricket sound here]


As asinine as that scenario is, there is an equally absurd one that plays itself out every weekend. All over this country every Sunday people spruce up their wardrobe, their behavior, and their language for about 2 hours and head to church. They hear music and maybe even sing; they hear preaching and maybe even take notes. Then they head home to enjoy the pot roast that has been slow cooking in a crock pot since dawn. This, especially in the south, motivates people to answer in the affirmative to the question, "Are you a Christian?" Yet their actions the other 166 hours of the week offer no evidence to support such a declaration.

In Romans 2:13 the Apostle Paul makes it clear ...

Just as you are not a musician because you listen to an iPod ...
neither are you a Christian because you have heard the law.

That's not what makes us right with God. Remember that the next time you go to church just to check that box off your to do list. And this isn't a new problem. It was addressed in the Old Testament too when the prophet Samuel wrote, "obedience is better than sacrifice" (I Samuel 15:22). It's not about going through some obligatory motions and tipping your hat at God. That was never His intent. There is an expectation of action, of change, of becoming more like Christ.

So, are you living the sermons you hear being preached? Are you becoming more like the person God created you to be?

Am I?

Paul also wrote, "Faith without works is dead." I believe I heard that in a sermon once too.


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Singing in the Rain

[Inspired by Acts 16:22-39]

What would you do if someone trumped up charges about you and had you thrown in jail and shackled? Get mad? Cry? Panic? Fight to get out? Maybe all of the above.

Or would you sing?

That's what Paul and Silas did. In verse 25 of this passage we read, "Around midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening." They were in a dungeon with their feet in stocks and decided the appropriate thing to do was have a good old fashioned SANGIN' (as we call them in the south). I can just hear them now thinking of their favorites. "Oooh, Paul, remember this one ...?" and "Oh I love that one! How about this one, Silas ...?"

Sound crazy? Maybe. But Psalm 22:3 tells us that God "inhabits the praises of His people." If ever I want God close by it is when I've been thrown in prison.

But God doesn't just give Paul & Silas warm fuzzies because they sing. He uses them to bring others to Christ (the jailer and his entire family were saved & baptized as a result). And you know the fellow prisoners listening and watching it all were encouraged. Then God frees Paul & Silas from prison and restores their names with apologies from the authorities. Everyone benefited!

Never underestimate what God can do. When we find ourselves in difficulties and trials, our role is not to question, certainly not to worry, and not to try to figure it out. Our role is to praise God. Period. Despite what we're going through. Then watch God work in the midst of what we're going through!

Who wouldn't love to go through life singing ... even in the rain?

Note: For some extra inspiration, watch the movie Singing in the Rain or Glee's performance of the song. Due to copyright, I can't post them. Sorry.

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The Blog About Blogglessness

So far this blog has served various purposes:

• to update people on events in my life
• to get my thoughts ... out there ... even if only for my own benefit
• to log significant events such as military training or a running streak
• to share insights the Lord has given me in the midst of living life

I'm not sure which of these cause you to read my posts more than others, but it is probably the last one that causes me to write them most. I promised myself I wouldn't blog unless I felt like I had something worth saying. On average, that has only been about once a month. You can thank me later for not boring you with posts the other 29 days of the month. (No offense to the daily bloggers out there.)

You may or may not have noticed that it has been almost 3 months since my last blog. (Why did that last statement make me feel more Catholic than Protestant?) The infrequency has been less because of lack of inspiration and more because of lack of time. Between mid April and mid June I was literally home for 12 days, and during those 12 days I had obscene amounts of work (job & school) to complete. Blogging was the furthest thing from my mind.

That being said, I'm home now and enjoying re-entering my routine and normal level of busyness - the kind of busyness that at least allows me to sleep in my own bed, though I'm never in it as long as I'd like. I'm back at the gym and trying to eat healthier. But I'm also making intentional efforts to give God more than a morning drive-by. And as He is so faithful to do when we take the time to listen, He has been speaking to me on a host of topics. Nothing earth shattering, just little nuggets. So if you'll permit me to do so, I'd like to spend some time over the coming days and weeks sharing them with you.

But for those of you who read this blog for the Schadenfreude my life so often provides, hopefully this will get you through. This was my tweet from Saturday:

I'll let your imagination fill in the details of the story but suffice it to say three things:

1. Any battle between a rock and a swimsuit will always be won by the rock.
   
2. The remnants of what used to be my swimsuit are now in my garbage.
3. The fish in that section of the river got quite a show.

Look forward to talking more in the days to come ...

{images: galadarling, my Twitter}

Is that S as in Frank?

There are a number of things I've learned from the Army at this point. Here are just a few:

• How to eat a meal, change clothes, and get to the other side of the world in 5 minutes


• How to speak the military language of acronym


• The importance of the phonetic alphabet (the necessary alphabet if one expects to be fluent in the language of acronym)

For those of you unfamiliar with that last one, that is the list of standardized words used to clearly identify letters, especially ones that can easily be confused on the phone or radio (e.g. - V and B). Here is a diagram of that alphabet.

So far, I have actually used this more in my civilian life than my military one. I work in the accounting department of a travel agency and all day long we take customer calls. The quickest way to identify the specific travel in question is to give us what we call the "record locator" which is a combination of six numbers and/or letters. One day a client called in and gave me her locator but I was unclear whether she had said F or S. The two options of the clarifying question merged in my mind and what came out was "Is that 's' as in 'Frank'?" Of course over the phone, the error was completely lost on her but I had a full comedic meltdown the second I hung up with her ... as did my co-workers who heard me say it.

Today was another similar scenario. A lady called in for invoice help so I asked for the name of the traveler. She said she had the locator as well and I said ok. Not sure which she was about to give me, I sat with my fingers poised over the keyboard in anticipation of the necessary info. The first word out of her mouth was "Peter" so I assumed she was about to give me his name. Of course in the system we enter last name/first name, so I continued to restrain my anxious fingers until I heard her say his last name ... information, by the way, that never seemed to come. It went something like this:

"Ok, go ahead. I'm ready."

"Peter Sam Thomas Joseph ..." (What the heck? How many first names does he have??) "... India Frank" (Thank God for the "India" in there which was the only tip off that she was not giving me his name.)

[ light bulb! ]

(beginning to snicker) "Oh! I'm sorry ma'am. I thought that was his name! Let's try this again."

"His name is ___________." [insert extremely ethnic name no one can spell except the man himself]

(pause)

"Um, can you give me that locator again?"

You see kids, all this confusion (and hysterically uncontrollable fits of laughter) could have been prevented had she just learned the Phonetic Alphabet. Protect your family today. Don't let this happen to you!

Author's note: I could have deduced some profound life lesson out of this or waxed poetic about how we as Christians often speak in a language the world doesn't understand, but instead I opted just to share this embarrassing moment that you might have a good laugh at (I mean with) me.

Arby's Angel

Hebrews 13:2 says, "Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it!"

Anytime I have thought about this verse, I have interpreted it as the importance of hospitality. Be kind to people. That sort of thing. But today it took on new meaning.
My friend Ronda and I had gone to to grab a bite and catch up a bit. We shared what was going on in each of our lives, and how we felt about it ... our struggles, our hopes, our fears, and our prayers. It was an enjoyable conversation with a dear friend, but not unlike countless other conversations we'd had ... until ...

A woman sitting in the booth behind us stood up, walked over to our table, set napkins down in front of Ronda and I, then walked away. She never said a word. I think Ronda said thank you, but for the most part we didn't really get what was going on at first.

Was she just giving us her extra napkins?
Did we look especially messy?

Then after she walked away we both looked down and realized she had written something on the napkins. Now, I have to be honest ... at first I thought she was selling something. But in the instant that thought crossed my mind, I realized she was nowhere to be found. Not much follow through if she was selling something. She set the napkins down, and disappeared.

Hmm, weird.

Then I looked back down and read what she had written on the napkin she gave me. They were scripture verses. The first was Jeremiah 29:11 - one of my all time favorite verses. Below that was Hebrews 10:36 - a verse I was less familiar with, yet was right on point to where I am in this moment in my life.

I asked Ronda if hers said the same verses. She said I don't think so, then showed me the napkin she'd given her. The verses written on Ronda's napkin seemed to speak right to where she is right now. Then the flood of questions started. I never remember anyone sitting down in the booth behind us.

Was she there all along and we just didn't notice her?
And was she listening to our conversation? We weren't talking that loud.
How could she have heard enough to know exactly what we each needed?
How was she so sure of which napkin to give whom?
And where did she go after she handed us the napkins? Seconds after she was at our table, she was nowhere to be seen ... not refilling her drink (if she even had one), not walking out to her car. She was just ... gone.

I looked at Ronda and said, "I think we just had lunch with an angel."

And the rest of our lunch break was spent discussing (in amazement) why the verses on each of our napkins were the perfect encouragers to each of us.

I don't know for sure who that woman was, but I am extremely thankful for her. Literal angel or not, she will forever be remembered in our minds as the Arby's angel because she was no doubt sent from God.

As soon as I got back to work I placed the napkin in an empty frame I had on my desk as a reminder not only of the words written on it, but of the intimate love that God has for me that He would hand deliver a word of encouragement to me ... one written on an Arby's napkin.

Unstoppable

One of my favorite genres of movies (if I can call it a genre) is the kind based on a true story. I realize no one quite knows just how "true" they really are and how much is Hollywood taking artistic license. Nonetheless, they are often amazing stories of heroism or miraculous achievement. Today I saw one such movie.

(Click here to watch the official movie trailer)

Unstoppable was a fast-paced movie that had me tensed up the better part of the 98 minutes it took to watch it, but also included comedic moments, and just enough heart to keep the women interested. Aside from a little bit of harsh language (of which I am never a fan), I thought it was a great film and I would certainly deem it worth watching.

But this post is not a movie review. That's not why I'm writing.

According to Wiki ... "Unstoppable is inspired by the real life CSX 8888 incident (also called the "Crazy Eights" unmanned train incident) in 2001. The train, led by CSX Transportation #8888, left its Walbridge, Ohio, rail yard and began a 66-mile journey through northwest Ohio with no one at the controls, after the engineer got out of the originally slow-moving train to correctly line a switch, mistakenly believing he had properly set the train's dynamic braking system...."

I couldn't help but feel this was analogous to many people's lives. You set the controls for an uneventful ride, turn your back for just a moment and soon find yourself with an out of control runaway train.

"How did this happen?"
"How did it get so bad so fast?"
"What can I do to stop it?"

Maybe you're asking these kinds of questions. Maybe you feel like there's no way to fix what you messed up. It's a runaway train now.

But the key in life is not that different than the one in the movie - get someone at the controls that can help. In this story, the event that led to the problem was a naive guy who believed the train could just "coast" with no one at the controls. Even for a short amount of time, this is a bad idea ... both in life and in trains. Everyone needs someone in control.

"If you decide that it's a bad thing to worship God, then choose a god you'd rather serve—and do it today... As for me and my family, we'll worship God."
(Joshua 24:15 MSG)

All of life is a choice about who is at the controls of your life, but serving no one is not an option. An unmanned train is a runaway train. Instead, we each need to recognize that God is more than just our Creator ... He is the Author and Perfecter of our faith ... the One that gets us where we need to go ... and only He is the Savior that can stop the runaway train.

If your life is feeling out of control ... on a path you never intended ... it's not too late. But you can't do it yourself. Give God control ... the controls ... and let Him steer you on an unbelievable journey that ends with a safe arrival.

Day 365: It Is Finished

Ok, perhaps the blog title is a bit over stated. Jesus said it and I certainly didn't save the world from eternal damnation. Thankfully, that task has already been completed. What I did do was successfully run every day for 1 year. 365 days and 565 miles. I didn't break any records for speed (still pretty pokey), distance (my streaking partner Rodney logged over 200 miles more than me - Go Rod!), or even length of running streak (there is a man who has been streaking since the 60's) ... but what I also didn't break is the promise I made to myself to complete the streak in the first place. That is what I am proud of. I am always encouraged by the realization that I really can do anything through Christ who gives me strength (Phil 4:13). There's a reason that is my life verse.

Am I glad it's over? You bet your worn out bippy!
Would I do a running streak again? Probably not.
Did I learn a lot in the process? Absolutely.

I don't know what ideas are swirling around in your head about goals for 2011, but I would make these encouragements to you:

1. Set a goal that challenges you
2. Set a goal that accomplishes something
3. Set a goal that will require you to lean in harder on God to complete

For me, my three biggest goals for 2011 are as follows (and the above rules certainly apply):

• Spend quality time with God everyday (not obligatory, or habitual, but sincere)
• Graduate from seminary
• Finally leave the Chaplain Candidate status and accession as a Chaplain

Everyone of these will require God's help. That's humbling. But helpful. Just as Mary said to the angel who declared she - a virgin - would give birth to the Messiah, "Nothing is impossible with God" (Luke 1:37).

Let each of us go, therefore, with God into the new year ... and stand amazed on December 31st, 2011 at the impossible things which He has made possible in each of our lives.
As I sign off for the last post of 2010, here is the picture representation of how many days I have left of my streak. But one thought comes to mind: most countdowns do not mark the end of something, but the beginning (i.e. - shuttle launch, start of a movie, etc.). How appropriate! The streak is over, but something new is beginning. God reminded me of that with this verse today from Isaiah 43:

“Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?"

Good or bad ... no matter what 2010 held for you, 2011 is a new year.
And God is doing a nu thang (thank you DC Talk).
Time to move forward!

Day 364: One is No Longer the Loneliest Number ...

... it is the favorite one! C'mon, who doesn't love to chant "we're number one!" at your favorite sporting event? One is a great number! And even more so now that I'm there. So bring out the foam fingers (index finger only please ... this is a family friendly blog). Tomorrow is the big day.

Day 363: Down To Two Too

Warm up Dick Clark ... we're getting close!!

Day 362: The End is Near!

It's so close ... I can see the finish line tape!

Day 361: Four!

Perhaps a 7.1 mile run with four days left was a bit ambitious.
Hope I don't pay for that tomorrow.

Day 360: Post Christmas Post

This blog has been brought to you by the number five.

Day 359: Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to anyone out there actually reading blogs or checking email or Facebook today! I'm in California enjoying family, food, and fair weather. I'm also enjoying the knowledge of what today represents:

1. The birth of our Lord Jesus Christ, Immanuel ... God with us.
   
2. The final 6 days of my running streak.

And just for the sake of consistency, here's a visual representation of that second fact:

Day 358: One Week, Weak One

A lot can happen in 7 days ...
God created the world and everything in it and still had time to take a day off.

Surely I can run at least a mile.

Day 357: It's Not Profound, But It Is Exciting!

I keep waiting to get a spare moment to post something profound, especially sharing the lessons learned as I approach the final week of this *blessed* running streak ...

It's now been over a month since my last post and still nothing. That's either a sign of how busy I've been or how empty I currently am of anything profound. Maybe both. So for now, let us just celebrate the birth of our precious Lord ... and the countdown of the completion of this running streak (yes, in that order ... I'm not that narcissistic).

(BTW, the "8" graphic is a perfect representation of me at the moment. Not my hair or orthodontia, but my state of mind ... and maybe my body shape a little too.)