Tomorrow, my husband and I will be running the Go! St. Louis Half Marathon.
A Half Marathon.
A HALF MARATHON.
When I was 15, I couldn't even run a mile. This is absolutely CRAZY.
But, it couldn't have come at a more perfect time.
Exactly a year ago, I was facing a personal situation that made me just want to quit at life. I was thoroughly convinced that I had neither the ability to survive nor the will. And just like the feeling I get after we've painstakingly run a really long slow hill and then turned to look back down it...I'm starting to see how far I've come. Not only in my ability to mentally survive 13.1 miles...but in my emotional strength to exist in a very long frustrating personal battle. And I'm always reminded that it hasn't been the ability and strength I could muster up on my own...but God's amazing grace upon my life. :)
I'm so excited to run tomorrow because I know how the battle ends.
In absolute victory.