Something beautiful happened as I allowed my Father to make me a “real” runner. He began to heal me as I went out on early morning runs with only my thoughts and muscle movement. He began to heal me as I learned to control my negative thoughts, take them captive and make them obedient. He began to heal me as I began to trust my forever girlfriend and allowed myself to fall in love again. Once again I saw the visions and dreams. He entrusted me to care for them. I trusted Him to bring them about in His timing.
I am once again deeply in love with my forever girlfriend and believe our marriage is on a trail filled with true love – patient, kind, never boastful, proud or rude, and never-failing. I dare to dream again and believe that my dream of being an author and speaker is possible.
Running made life possible again and it all began with one decision. I decided to trust God that I would not make a fool out of myself if I entered a race. I don’t know how many races I have run now – “a lot” is the closest number I can think of, but I do know that with each and every race I draw closer to becoming who He made me to be. And that is supremely more important than a medal or finisher’s shirt at the end of the race.
Living an ultra life means living to dream again.