Good morning RWC! Before I read the poem out loud, I want to invite you to the writing group tomorrow on zoom. We will be meeting from 11- 11:30 am (EST). All are welcome, running is not a requirement. I hope you can make it.
Dream The dream began in 1998 to run The Boston Marathon it was going to be great. I was eager in 2003, yet my body and mind didn't agree. Pain took over, consumed my days. I wanted to keep running— push through, shove it down I believed that was the way. God had a plan—I'd have to wait. Shame rooted deep, an inside job I would need to reap. Face my fears, do not hide. He gave me the strength and never left my side. To follow my dream I would need to let go. The burdens I was carrying, too many, I know. Conformed by thoughts no longer true. It's okay to question— start a new. I held tight to courage and began to unpack. My load getting lighter as my runs were coming back. I don't need fixing after all. Everything was already inside me— My focus returned on the Lord to guide me.
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