We had just passed mile 24 when she hit it. Her steps faltered and veered toward the
curb. My running partner had
slammed right into the dreaded runners’ wall. Now she ran with her eyes closed, barely putting one foot in
front of the other. Mustering my remaining
energy and strength I grabbed her hand and started talking, loudly and
nonstop.
Looking straight ahead I saw a tall building, one entire
wall covered with an enormous picture advertising the re-release of the movie
E.T. I jabbered on about how I saw
E.T. in the theater when it first came out, the theater so packed that people
were sitting on the floor between the aisles. I told silly stories about my one year old son. Words poured out of me as my hand held
hers and our feet covered the last 2.2 miles of our marathon journey.
We crossed the finish line together, clasped hands raised, big
smiles on our faces.
For eight months, my partner and I had run together four
days a week. There were countless
days when her quiet knock on my front door was the only thing that wrenched me
from my bed for those 5:30a.m. training runs. I know that I could not have covered those 26.2 miles that
day in March 2001 without her.
In every area of my life, my chances of succeeding and
meeting my goals are drastically improved if I don’t try to go it alone.
In my life of faith, I meet regularly with women who are
mentors and friends. We ask each
other the hard questions, laugh heartily together and help carry one another’s
burdens when life gets tough.
As a homeschooling mom, a group of us who are educating our
children at home gather together monthly.
We celebrate successes in our journeys, share resources and help each
other over the bumps on the road.
In my desire to stay fit and active, I am a member of a gym
where the other crazy people there at 5:30a.m. members I see regularly
help encourage me to keep at it, even when it feels difficult or I don’t see
the progress I would like.
Some days, being faithful with my writing feels just as hard
as getting outside with my running shoes on and pounding the pavement. My steps can start to veer toward the
curb; I just want to sit down already!
So I am profoundly grateful
for my God-Sized Dream sisters who, through their encouragement, inspiration,
and the fact they keep showing up, take my hand and pull me along toward this
God-Sized Dream in my heart.
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Whose hand do you need to grab a hold of today?