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"Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it."
Proverbs 22:6

So, it's official. I'm registered for the Disney Princess Half-Marathon in February 2014! I'm pretty anxious about it, since I've never walked/ran over about four miles, ever. But, I'm determined to do it! I'm technically not supposed to start training until the first week of October, but I started this week. My hope is that I can run the Pensacola Half-Marathon in November and prove to myself that I can make it 13.1 miles! 

I'm using the Jeff Galloway run/walk method and training program. Every Tuesday and Thursday I run maintenance runs and on Saturday, I do my long runs. Right now, a 5k is a long run to me! So I'm interested to see how this is going to go! I have faith that I can do it, though! As long as I keep God as my focus while I'm running, I believe I could make it through a full marathon, if I ever decided to do it!

On another note, today is my daughter's first birthday. I can't believe a year has gone by so quickly! It seems like just yesterday that I went to Dr. Whitaker's office and was sent straight to the hospital. Just a few short hours later, she was here! Three weeks earlier than expected, but a huge blessing all the same! 

Now she's crawling around, walking behind toys (or while holding Bubba's hand!), pulling up, taking a few first steps, talking like crazy, and just being the sweetest little girl in the world. There's no question at all when it comes to her favorite person. She loves her brother very, very much! I can't wait to see their sibling relationship blossom, and I also can't wait to see her transform from a baby to a "big girl."

 I started a Priscilla Shirer Bible study this morning called, "Gideon." Our first session mainly focused on the the life of the Israelites after Joshua passed away. Priscilla discussed many different things, but what touched me the most was the relationship between generations. Why did a new generation of Israelites fall away from God? Was it the parents' fault? The children? Or both?

No more than today do I see the importance of training my children in the Word of God. It's so important that they learn about the Lord from the day they are born and that I point out to them when God is working in our lives. I don't want God to just be a story to them. I want them to recognize His very real presence in our lives! 

So no matter the circumstance, I vow now to continually show my children that God is alive and He cares for us. I also resolve to apologize to them and in front of them when I'm wrong, and to thank God in front of them when He blesses me.

Even when it comes to something seemingly small, like training for a half-marathon, I want my children to realize that God is there for us to lean and depend upon. I don't want to just speak these things, I want to prove them with my life. 


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