I imagine that each of you reading this post today has a story to tell of something you’re doing (or enduring) that’s A HARD THING.
Really hard. Physically, emotionally, spiritually…
It may be a challenge to get out of bed in the morning, knowing the REALLY HARD THING will still be there, lurking like a terrorist, or enveloping you like humidity.
A friend of mine wrote a song with the lyrics: “Somedays faith means just tying your shoes.”
Ahhh, yeah.
This is a guy I see every day when I run a certain route.
I’m out of breath and I’m sweating like a horse and my feet and hips ache and I want sooo bad to stop. I keep trying to keep in mind WHY I’m doing this HARD THING. (cleanwaterforAfricacleanwaterforAfricacleanwaterforAfrica…)
Then I see this guy who must be so much more determined and braver than I am.
