New Years Day runs always seem to be freezing. But there are some traditions that just can’t be skipped and one of mine is the New Year’s Day run Cindy and I go on. The temperature was in the 20′s, much warmer than previous years, so we took advantage of it and ran 10 miles. With good running gear, handwarmers, and lots of conversation, it seemed like the mileage ended much sooner than it should have.
As we said our goodbyes and headed our separate ways, I pondedered the chaos the morning had already brought me. I woke up expecting to leave for an early morning run, but ended up going midmorning because I awoke to my Aussie having a seizure. While my husband and I sat there feeling helpless, I rejoiced over the fact that helplessness did not equal hopelessness. God’s willingness to listen to my requests opened the door for many prayers and praises.
I could have decided that this was a sign of how 2019 was going to go, but I chose not to. I believe God is full of grace and goodness, so I resolve not to let my carnal mind dictate my days. I test each situation with truth and react accordingly. Knowing my thoughts will lead me down the wrong path, I consult God several times each day knowing that I can count on His faithfulness. Regardless of what happens today, don’t let it steal your hope for tomorrow.
And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you. -Psalm 39:7
