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"Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous - how well I know it."
Psalm 139:14

I missed my morning jog yesterday morning because I couldn't keep my hands off of the sneaky snooze button. By the time I jolted awake, it was 6:15 a.m. and too late to run because the hubby had to leave for work. I had prayed the night before to be motivated, and although I didn't make it up in the morning, I managed to make it outside after a fairly long day.

I wasn't expecting much from my performance. It was considerably cooler, since it was 8:30 at night, dark, and there was a nice breeze blowing off of the water. But, I was tired and had stuffed myself with Cici's just a few hours before. My running plan had me running a total of 15 minutes and walking a total of 16 minutes, but I cut my warm-up walk short and actually extended my last jog by two minutes! 

When I reached my first mile, the voice on my phone informed me that my pace was 11:36. I couldn't believe I'd beat my 12:28 personal record! By the end of my run, my pace was actually 11:07 and I could have leaped for joy! Trust me, I seriously wanted to do a happy dance! 

For some reason last night, I couldn't think of anything too specific for my prayer time. Though I spent the majority of my walk/jog in conversation with the Lord, there wasn't a deep need in my heart to address. In all honesty, I was just so excited that God has helped me so much in my jogging journey. 

When I first began running, I couldn't jog a tenth of a mile without gasping for air. My pace has increased from around 14:45 to under 12 minutes! I don't mean this in a way to sound proud of myself, but I am proud of the change in my physical lifestyle, with the help of the Lord. 

My physical, spiritual, and emotional health have all improved immensely throughout this journey. So I want to take the time to praise God with the words of Psalm 139:14 and say, "Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous - how well I know it!" Not because I think that I personally am marvelous - but that the work the Lord has done in me is wonderful! 

I think it brings God pleasure to see his workmanship on display, even in something as small as a personal jogging record. 

"So whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God."
1 Corinthians 10:31

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