The tears streamed down my face as I listened to the voice on the other side of the phone. A few hours earlier I had gotten the phone call that confirmed that there was something wrong with my thyroid gland. I had used up all of my composure as I talked to my mom, and now, as I heard my dad's voice on the line, my tears flowed freely. Anxiety and fear of the unknown were beginning to set in. I could barely speak, so I listened. My dad was not new to obstacles in life, and just a few years earlier, he had his own battle to fight. His quiet, caring words provided the reassurance, comfort, and encouragement that I needed. "Facts are friendly," and we are gonna deal with this...those were the words that rang through my ears as I attempted to compose myself and get on with my day. Reports and doctors notes needed to be gathered for referrals, and my two children needed their mom to help them finish their schoolwork for the day.
As I continued to take the next step in my day which included getting my daughter to her softball game, I decided to call my dad back to assure him that I wasn't the blubbery mess he had talked to earlier in the day. As we talked, he mentioned a 5K that he was planning to do the next day. This was a race that just a few weeks earlier I had thought that I would do with him...but now...I didn't know...should I...I've been running..;this shouldn't change anything...right? The thoughts swirled in my head, but the words out of my mouth said, "I think I'm gonna come run too." I always enjoyed running with my dad. Maybe this was just what I needed. I texted my dad back later that night to let him know I was definitely coming.
That Saturday brought a fresh outlook. As I awoke, I was excited. Excited to go see my parents. Excited to do a race with my dad, the man that trained me to run and inspires me more than he knows. Excited for new mercies every morning. I got to my parents house, and my dad and I headed off to register for the race. We warmed up as we waited for the race to begin, headed to the starting line, and took a pre-race selfie :) As the race was about to begin, I told Dad that it was probably going to be a slow run for me, so I would see him when I got to the finish line. Then we were off.
The air was cool and just perfect for a run. The race was small, so it didn't take long for everyone to spread out. As I run, I use that opportunity to enjoy nature that God puts on my path (unless it's a snake) and thank Him for promises that He brings to mind. This morning was no different. I was enjoying the quiet run and sound of feet hitting the pavement, Mandisa streaming through my earbuds. I was thankful for deep breaths of fresh air filling my lungs. As I neared the end of the first mile, I knew I must be doing pretty good when I could still see my dad ahead of me. Mile marker 1 and I hit the mark for a pretty fast mile for me. After the first mile, I struggled a little with my breathing, and after mile 2.5, I was getting a little tired. As I rounded the curve that led to the finish line a police officer stopping traffic yelled out, "You're doing great!" Then I saw my dad. It wasn't the first time he had done this. He finishes his race and then comes back to run with me to the finish line. It was just the pick me up that I needed. The time was called out as I crossed the finish line, and amazingly, I had run my fastest 5K yet. By a runners standpoint, no, it wasn't that fast, but for me, it was a victory. And, not only had I achieved a personal best, I was the first female finisher!

My heart was so full. I could have so easily missed the blessings that this morning held for me. Had I allowed my feelings and emotions to dictate my day, I would have stayed in the bed, wallowed in self pity with blankets pulled up to my neck, and probably eaten my weight in ice cream or cheesecake. But, I had hope because I had promises... promises of a God who loves me (Jeremiah 31:3) and who cares about what is going on in my life. Promises of a God who will be by my side no matter what life throws my way (Deut. 31:6). Promises of a God who has plans to prosper me and not harm me, but plans to give me a hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11).
I don't know what you may be facing today, and your battle may be so much bigger than mine. BUT, I know a God who loves you and who wants to be by your side as you face life's obstacles. My God wants to give you a hope and a future. He wants to bless you with His presence and peace as you walk through life. He showed us how much He loves us by giving His life for us, and He wants to display that love to you today. Ask Him, and He will be near you. He will bestow His mercy upon you and equip you with what you need to handle today. May you see the everyday blessings that God has bestowed upon you today and feel embraced in His love.











