It was 48 degrees and dark when I started my run this morning. Dark and cold are not my favorite running conditions. I would much prefer 70 and sunny. But sometimes runs must begin in the dark. I’ve learned over the years, if you keep going, eventually you run into the light.
It’s been a rough few months in my family. As many of you know my dad still can’t use the left side of his body after a medium size stroke in May. The doctors have recently told him that the chances of getting any more mobility back in his arm and in his leg are slim.
Two weeks ago my ex-sister-in-law overdosed and died. She struggled for years and years with bi-polar disorder and addictions. She left behind my two incredible nephews. And, although she failed in so many ways to be the mother they desperately wanted,needed, and deserved, she was still their mother and my heart continues to ache for their loss.
And just yesterday, while out to dinner with some friends, my brother calls to inform me that our grandma had died. She had been slipping away for a couple of days. I was expecting the call.
This morning as I started my run in the dark, the sun slowly came up behind the trees, a song began playing on my iPod, and I cried.
Thank you, Lord, for the reminder that no matter how dark some days might start…the light does shine again.
You light a lamp for me.
The Lord, my God, lights up my darkness. (Ps 18:28)