i don't know if you can dance, if the thought ever occurred to you

You don't have to move that mountain

I'm reading "Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light." I've put it off for a year, afraid of the convicting words I would find inside. It has only been encouragement and caused stirring in my soul. Every few pages I read I am left with food for thought...

"In the silence of the heart, God speaks." (32)

"When I see someone sad, I always think, she is refusing something to Jesus." (33)

"Why does Jesus say, 'I thirst?' What does it mean? Something so hard to explain in words-... 'I thirst' is something much deeper than just Jesus saying 'I love you.' Until you know deep inside that Jesus thirsts for you- you can't begin to know who He wants to be for you. Or who He wants you to be for Him." (42)

"The more we trust Him- the more He will do." (62)

Such simple, profound statements; like her love and work for the Lord.

"But we have this treasure in jars or clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So death is at work in us, but life in you." 2 Cor. 4:7-12

if she wanna rock she rocks

it's been a good past couple of weekends. and now i'm in the midst of a 3-day-er. wahoo. love that.

in recent history, i ran the flying pig marathon and the cleveland half. two weeks apart. the marathon was great- good weather, lots of friends along the route, and i felt good almost all the way through. i kept waiting for the disabling pain or the massive wall, but neither happened. i really enjoyed the course, too. maybe because it felt homey, maybe because it's beautiful, maybe because there were so many cheering faces, and lots of those familiar. i love races. and then two weeks later i was up in cleveland, running the half with jillian. it was great- beautiful morning and we just enjoyed and took it easy- i was still feeling a lot of leftovers from the marathon. we talked for 13 miles and then rehashed with post-run bagels, which are the best kind of bagel.

after the marathon my foot was hurting pretty bad. someone suggested it could be a fracture, and i panicked, mainly because i didn't want to have to stop running. it has become something i love to do, and in the post-race weeks of rest and recovery i haven't felt quite right, not being able to go out and run in the way i'm so used to now. i am so thankful for it. and i don't think my foot is fractured, which i'm also thankful for :)