The morning hustle began, lunches packed, breakfasts made and soon the drive to school began. The traffic moved slowly on the wet slick roads. The sky silently dropped it's tears. I returned home ready to abandon my plans, ready to pull out a blanket and sit by the fire...but I went.
Once again loading into the car, this time with weights and a mat headed for my workout.
I lunged and ran and lifted to the beat of the music, my whole body soon dripping with sweat. I returned home grateful. I never regret working out.
The rain continued to fall.
While browsing online, soon one word became prominent... Boston. I searched through news articles, videos and pictures.
I remembered running my first race. It was just a little 5K, nothing like the Boston Marathon. I remember my hours of running, preparing. I remember that feeling when I finally saw the finish line, the joy and triumph.
That was taken away yesterday. Taken away and so much sadness and tragedy left in its place.
Now there are so many questions, why? who? What can be done?
The rain continued to fall. Now it seemed quite appropriate, the heavens weeping for the tragedy in Boston.
At times like this, I cry, I get angry... but ultimately I have to turn to what I know and what I believe. I have to turn to my source of peace in this life or everything would seem unbearable.
Even in the darkest hours, peace can be found. I know this.
If you cannot see this video for any reason- you can watch it here.
Praying for peace and strength for those in Boston.
Will be linking tomorrow with Shell