The Boy and I needed time last night to process the news from the Boston Marathon.
I’m not sure why it hit me so hard…because I run? Because I’m older? I don’t know. But either way, the tragedy affected The Boy as well and so we opted to go for dinner.
This, by the way, is not the post I intended to write today. I was going to talk about my amazing PR at the Eisenhower Half-Marathon this past weekend, as well as share how enjoyable running a race in a small town can be.
That can wait for another day.
After an admittedly huge Tex-Mex comfort food filled dinner, The Boy and I agreed:
This world will disappoint us. And, from our faith point of view, this really shouldn’t surprise us. Hurt us, yes. Break our hearts, yes. But surprise us…no.
So the challenge is to be more than what happens around us. To love when things are hard. To be light when things are dark.
As my beloved said:
So that’s why I’m going to lace up my shoes, go for a run and thank God that He’s still constant even when life is unexplainable.
