Earlier this year I had the brilliant idea (insert sarcastic tone) that I was going to run the Disney Princess Half Marathon. Now, before I take you any farther down this road, let me give you three reasons this may have been an ill-conceived idea from the outset.
But, as anyone who knows me will tell you, I’m stubborn. When I set my mind to something I follow through. So I laced up my gymshoes and got started.
The first few weeks were rough. On one particularly brutal evening stroll (balance off, heat getting to me) I turned off my Ipod. It was time for God and me to have a little talk. It wasn’t the first time God and I had gone around about this whole MS thing.
“God,” I said, “I’m really trying here, but I could use a little help. Could you show me what this journey is about? What am I supposed to learn? Or am I supposed to teach someone else something? A little help, a little direction would be most appreciated.”
Since that conversation, I’ve continued walking, and God and I have continued talking. And while the exercise has certainly helped me physically, my talks with God have helped even more. I don’t always get the answers I’m looking for, but at least I get the sense that I’m being heard.
I’m not 100 percent sure if I’ll meet my goal of running that half marathon. But, whether I do or not, I’ll keep walking—and talking—with God by my side.