Individually, life has been going swimmingly. I stayed at home to work today and was able to enjoy a 30 mile bike ride in the rain with a friend. Minus the fact that it is 12:30am and I am still up, writing this, with an early morning (and that I may have forgotten until today that I was registered for an online class), I am great. Those are blips on life's radar screen.
However, life is not a vacuum. I had a friend get hit by a car running last week. Two and a half weeks before a marathon. Where she is attempting to qualify for Boston. Months and months of hard work contingent on whether her body will sustain this trauma. My mom sliced her hand down to the tendon catching a glass falling out of the cabinet on Saturday. Physical limitations of miscarriages, health mysteries, and ongoing battles with health issues that slowly improve. My heart breaks for them. I love on them and help out, but it doesn't fix things. It makes them bearable at best. However, I don't feel that there is any other way to be.
I have been blown away time and time and time again at how much my God loves me. Little things, big things, all seem to work out. They seem great. I get these moments, riding my bike, cleaning the kitchen, studying for class and I think "this is exactly what I am supposed to be doing at this moment." That feeling is indescribeable.
So, in the face of all that's wrong, here are a few things going right:
889. I was literally on my way to my parents' house when my sliced her hand. (The trip wasn't even planned.)
890. I hadn't registered for either of the bike rides I had contemplated that day.
891. I had the time to help out around the house. (I did tell my mom that I thought that she may have done this on purpose because she was super bossy with her bandaged hand.)
892. That my parents have health insurance.
893. That there is a med clinic right down the street.
894. That my mom's hair appointment didn't take long before her date with the doctor [priorities :)].
895. That I text a friend at just the perfect moment. How did I know tragedy had just striked?
896. That no matter what happens, I am still loved by God in this crazy, passionate, hotly pursued sort of way.
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