I'm Nashville-bound today. It's gonna be an eventful week with some incredible friends.
On Saturday I'll be conquering a half-marathon.
(Please Note: By conquering I mean walking.)
I only have two goals for the Half ---
1. Cross the finish line. 2. Have fun along the way.
By Saturday night, I will most likely be aching in places I didn't know could ache.
But I have a feeling the sense of accomplishment will be worth it. I'm hoping so anyway.
It's a risk I have to take.
I'm banking on the boost of strength and encouragement that will come as I cross the finish line. I need it because of the main purpose of my visit to Nashville.
(You should seriously see me trying to figure out how to pack for eight weeks! Oi vey.)
There is a lot going on in my heart in regards to this trip. A lot. There's a veritable tsunami of emotions, hopes, fears, and vulnerabilities crashing around inside me.
So it's just as well that I have 13.1 miles to talk to Jesus about it all.
My heart needs the workout just as much as my body does.
Well, please excuse me while I go wrestle a few remaining items into my suitcase.
I'll see you in a few months, Atlanta!