R's rue

Ian on the way up - dispensing with his training top Today was the day of The Sheffield Half Marathon. Plenty of roads in our sector of the city were closed off to enable some 8,000 runners to stride out safely into the nearby countryside before swinging back to the finishing line in the city centre.. I stood in the middle of Ecclesall Road and watched them coming up the hill. Great waves of competitors and  I was struck by the obvious realisation that each one of those runners was different from the next. Tall and short, fat and thin, male and female, black and white, young and old, dressed  in running gear or dressed like bananas. On and on they came, their feet thundering on the tarmac. Amongst them was our forty year old son, Ian. He had travelled up to Sheffield for his mother's birthday and decided to squeeze in this half marathon as extra preparation for The London Marathon at the end of next month. He is not a competitive runner but his training has been buildin...

 Starting to get back to me. I’m grateful for the procedure. I can sit again without pain. I can stand and walk without pain. I didn’t say much but the past month has been excruciating with little to no sleep. After the procedure was the first time I slept through the night. I’m still taking it easy. Resting as necessary. I’m blessed beyond measure, but I recognize the need to be deliberate and careful. Don’t feel bad for me, I realize that my body will go through ebbs and flows like the ocean waves. I’m learning though not of my will what patient in affliction means. I’ve had to delay certain wants. In a world of instant gratification, I relearn what delays can mean.  Trusting You even when I don’t get what I want when I want. The musings of a petulant child. One that is given correction. I’m being redirected. Don’t know if I like it, but I will obey. Let me be fruitful in the valleys. Love you Lord.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/5O21s4D