It was a quiet weekend at home for the kids and I.
We had an unexpected loss in the family and due to the circumstances the kids and I were at home while Hubbs helped handled arrangements and attended services.
So it may seem odd that some of our running and playing took place in a graveyard but it really shouldn't.
Death is just another step in the journey we are on. In many cases, a loved one's passing is the end of a painful struggle. So for me this grave yard has always been a place a joy.
A place of beauty for those who choose to allow that next step to be a window and not a wall.
Even LBM knows the happiness of that truth!
We even had our own bike-a-thon. The winner got a cool fusebead medal!
Okay they both won their age groups.
The kids raced and ran themselves exhausted!
I thought about the events of the weekend while I was running this morning.
And I realized that that metaphor carries over to my running too.
I am always leaning on Him for support while I am looking for that window and praying I don't run into a wall. Many times there have been windows that I have squeezed through and felt reengerized once I was on the other side. Occassionally there has been a wall. But I have always been provided with a way, a strength to overcome it.
With Thanksgiving just days away, what is your best "you found a window" story?
Be thankful today.
Day # 197 3.5 ~ 28:20