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Steadfast

"Be ye steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord."
1 Corinthians 15:58

This has been an awesome week for me, as far as running goes! Last Wednesday, I ran a 5k on base and although I didn't PR on my 5k time, I DID PR on my 2 mile time! (18:57!) It was an extremely hot race, but I can tell that I'm slowly getting faster and stronger! While running, God brought Isaiah 40:31 to mind, "But those who trust in the LORD will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint!" It was just what I needed!


Yesterday, I surprised myself AGAIN by breaking my 1.5 mile and 2 mile records! (13:11 and 17:51!) I almost threw up afterward, but I was pretty excited! The current training I'm doing is preparing me to pass an Army PT test. (No, I'm NOT joining the Army!) My goal was to run 2 miles in under 18 minutes and I did it!



I've also started cross-training on my bicycle! I try to bike every other day. I can usually ride around 6 miles in 30 minutes. On Saturday, I rode 13.5 miles in an hour and 10 minutes and it was wonderful! The roads were empty and there was a nice breeze. I spent a lot of time talking to God and it was great!

I wish I had something amazing to blog about today, but I don't. In fact, I had a little bit of a rough week. In spite of my rough week, God proved his faithfulness over and over again. So I'm actually thankful because I've been able to see God working in my life, yet again. 

God always sends, or allows, things to happen in my life to either teach me, prepare me, or both. The more quickly I can recognize those instances, the better! Although I wholeheartedly believe that Devin and I are answering God's call by going into the ministry full-time, I've been so fearful that I wouldn't be able to handle it. Even though we aren't "officially" there yet, God has shown me that we CAN handle it, with His help, and that He is our protector and defender. 

Whenever I question what I should do, or how I should handle a situation, God always gives me the answer. Whether it be in His Word or through the Holy Spirit's conviction, the Lord always shows me the way. Most of the time it's hard, and it's usually not what my nature wants to do, but in the end, when I listen, I'm so grateful that I have a loving Savior who cares enough about me to show me the way.

While writing this just now, God showed Himself to me, yet again. I couldn't decide on a verse or a title to use. My dad usually sends out a verse every morning, but for some reason, he just sent it out as I was writing this. The verse was exactly what I needed to hear. "Be ye steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord." (1 Corinthians 15:58) As long as I make every decision based on what God wants from my life, nothing I do is in vain. That makes every heartache or difficulty worth it.

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