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Wherever I Go

"This is my command - be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the LORD your God is with you wherever you go."
Joshua 1:9

It's been about a week since I've posted, but our computer had a virus and was being held hostage at Best Buy. I think it was a nice break, though.
My hip is feeling much better now. I took two full days off from running and walking, but I picked back up last Saturday. I did three miles instead of four, but I didn't want to push myself too hard and hurt myself again!

On Sunday and Monday, I just went on leisurely one mile walks. I went alone on Sunday and really just enjoyed being in the presence of the Lord. There was a nice breeze and I listened to praise music, letting my heart converse with God. It was wonderful and I could feel myself beginning to rest again in His arms. 

On Monday, I went on walks with the kids. Jack walked right alongside me in the morning and rode his bicycle in the afternoon. We stopped on the pier, visited with a bird, and just admired God's creation. I know how much I enjoyed that quality time with my dad when he was here, and it was nice to do the same with my own children. 

This morning I was back to serious training, but I struggled! My body just felt tired and I only made it 2.27 miles in 32:38.  Fortunately, I didn't really care. I traveled down part of a new jogging path and spent most of my focus talking with the Lord. I've been struggling with letting outside negativity get the best of me. Today, I just prayed that God would give me the strength to stay focused on the positive. There are so many positive things and positive people in my life and I am so thankful!

I am also so thankful that I serve a loving God. He is my heavenly Father who welcomed me back into His Presence with open arms. After praying through my struggles last week, God immediately answered my prayers through the pages of a Bible study. I was so excited to see God giving me the answers in what seemed like such an obvious way! There are so many things I see when I'm actually looking!

So today, I pray that I can be strong and courageous. I have no need to be afraid or discouraged because God really is with me wherever I go. Even if I take a detour from the path He has made for me, He is still right there waiting for me. He isn't waiting to condemn me, but instead to overwhelm me with His love.

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