Marathon Log.10.  Miles logged: 0

I stopped running this week. The dull pain that I've been experiencing in my left leg just hasn't gone away.  I decided that it would be better if I ddin't run, even though it was ultra hard to stop and not feel like a wuss.  The fighter in me would troop it through. 

But now I'm in place of what next?  My goal of finishing this marathon seems like a distant hope if I can't recover from this. 

In life I also come to these breaking points.  Everybody does, even Jesus before he assumed the cross.  Recently I've struggled with a restlessness over where God wants me next year.  I often times yearn for a stability that seems absent--I suppose if I didn't care my life would be pretty satisfactory.   But I do care--I want God to fulfill His purposes in my life.

I could throw in the towel.  I could chase after things that I previously walked away from--a hotshot career, an advanced degree, material wealth--essentially a life that is lived for me.

Yet God reminds me of His greatness.  And within that greatness is such beauty and truth that my tears of pain are exchanged for tears of joy.  The response can only be the surrendering of my life.

This is the grind--where the rubber hits the road.  And ooh boy is it tough.

Pray for the sharpening of my faith.  Pray also for the healing of my leg.