Of Laughter & Tears
I decided to put a purpose behind the first four marathons I ran. I chose a daughter for each and focused on that one during my long training runs and even on race day. I called them prayerathons – but not out-loud because that sounds really cheesy and cliché.
To take things a step further, I asked each one of them to draw a picture for me to have printed on the back of my race shirt and I gave them the race medal.
Here are the first three:
I wonder if ants have names or can tell each other apart. When they form their lines and begin marching, do they have a predetermined order or destination? They always seem to have a purpose. If you have ever put your foot in their way to stop their progress, you will know that they don’t stand still, rub their chins disconcertedly, or hold an impromptu meeting to vote on a direction. No, they turn right or left and keep moving as if it had been their plan all along.
Sometimes, you just have to move to avoid being still.
A Generous Helping 