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Glow Run, 2.0!

"With God's help we will do mighty things ... "
Psalm 60:12a

Last night, I was able to run my sixth 5k since I began this jogging journey. When I say ran, I literally mean ran! I was able to run the ENTIRE 3.1 miles without walking for the first time, ever! Although I really wanted to break 30 minutes, my main goal was to finish a 5k with no walking and I did it! I'm so thankful for my sweet friend Mallory, who is a 5k beast, for staying with me and encouraging me to keep going!
We were able to keep a 10:04 pace and finished in 31:01. A new personal record for me!

Every time I run a race, I'm so thankful that the Lord convicted me last year to make fitness a priority in my life. When I run, I'm only able to finish because of God's help. Psalm 60:12 literally speaks right to my heart. With God's help, I can do mighty things. Whether it be running a race, teaching my children, being a friend, or loving my husband, with God's help, I can do more than I ever thought possible. 

This past year spent running has grown my faith immensely. The Lord knew it was just what I needed. He knew that He was going to call our family into ministry and that I'd need faith to trust and follow our call. I sincerely believe that if I hadn't experienced His faithfulness in a small thing like running, I wouldn't have the faith I have now. The more I look back, the more thankful I am for the Holy Spirit's conviction!

My husband goes back to swing shift this week, so we'll have yet another schedule adjustment. But, I have an intense running goal for June and I intend to meet it! Already this year, I've met two of my goals: running a full 5k without walking, and finishing a mile and a half in less than 15:00. It's time to work on the rest of my list: running a mile in less than 8:30, running a 10k, and finishing a half marathon in less than 3 hours! I'll keep the words of Psalm 60:12 in mind ... With God's help, I can do mighty things!

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