La Sonya

The best run I have gone on, ever.  Six of us {3 ultra runners, 1 Olympic tri and 1 long runner} ended up split in two groups. I had been expecting that, I'm slow. I might be faster than a really  slow person I'm by no means faster than an ultra runner {someone who runs races longer than a marathon, 26.2} or an Olympic triathlete. I had let the group know that as well, I didn't want to hold anyone back.  So we started our 8,000+ elevation run. I had 10 miles to eat and was ready to run behind. Then I find Chris is beside me telling me he's always wanted to be a pacer and tell jokes to help distract from the miles and I realized, he would pace me. He was telling me, without actual words, not to worry about speed because he'd run my pace. And I knew I'd not run alone.  Then after a couple of miles Anthony came back to our group and started running with us. I had thought he was going to run between the two groups but the longer the time went the mo

I found myself on a plane to Denver {what does that acctually mean, "I found myself on a plane"?} on a Friday afternoon recently. I had zipped down to FAT {what an airport name!} right after school. Once the three hour delay had passed I was ready and cheerfully/exuberently seated and ready for my next adventure. You see KP and I had been counting down the days until this next adventure for several weeks and my joy of actually going somewhere was bubling forth {I mght state it was bubling forth more than my normal ozey joy bubbles forth}. As the chatter of airplanes go, my seatmate asked me if I was takng a vacation day. Honestly, my first reaction was to say, "No, I'm taking an adventure." Bahhahahahaha. Who says that?! I, however did respond with a yes. But it made me think. What if I looked at vacation days not in fact as a vacation but as an adventure day. I intentionally would see the adventure possibilities in everything. I wouldn't be spending vacatio

These days have been deep thinking kind of days. get on my knees and plead for help and wisdom, praying kind of days.  I've sat in the silence in my car just thankful to not have to listen to the voice of another soul. I've received hugs from first graders just because they were excited to read a book with me. I was reminded that I might be teaching here so I can help one little kid understand that God loves them. Or maybe I'm here to inspire them to be a missionary and share the things they have learned. Whatever it is may God be glorified in everything I do and say. I can't stop thinking about this song. I tried listening to it one day after school and I couldn't stop the tears. At times when I am so deep in confusion of what on earth can I do more for some of these kids and I hear this song in my head I just pray that what I am doing is enough. At the end of the long days I am constantly reminded of this song. The list of people I am going to thank is qu