to inspire or to be inspired.

August 17, 2017

I had no intention whatsoever of writing a blog post, but my heart is filled to the rim with joy tonight and it’s kind of overflowing and turning into words.

I’ve always loved to run and have ran here and there, but the beginning of this summer I started to run more consistently with my dad and brother.

With every run I learned to love it more and more. I know running isn’t for everybody, but I genuinely love it and it’s something I personally enjoy.

I’m thankful I’m physically able to run and I certainly try not to take for granted every opportunity I get to run.

I find with each run it helps me physically, mentally, and even spiritually. It’s a way I can remain physically healthy, it never fails to put me in a better mood, and it’s time I can count and thank God for His over abundant blessings.

Tonight my twin brother and I headed out for a run down a dirt road behind our house that is lined with fields of grape vines and olive trees, just as the sun was beginning to set, and the sky began to change from a light blue to a deep orange. I could just feel a deep joy settling in my heart as I watched God paint His goodness all through the sky.

Before I knew it we were running by the clear, calm, Mediterranean Sea as our feet hit the pavement I looked up to see this precious little girl suddenly jump up and begin to run with us. She had the biggest smile on her face, laughter was flowing from her lips, you could clearly see the sparkle in her dark brown eyes, and she instantly melted my heart. As I looked back I saw her mother laughing and walking in a fast pace behind us, she called her little girls name and when she caught up with her, she picked her up, smiled, and told her little girl to say goodbye. The little girl waved and blew a kiss as I smiled and waved back. The little girl seemed as if she was in love with every breath she took and her bright smile made my day.

My heart was instantly full. With each run God brings some little thing to put a smile on my face and joy in my heart and for that reason I always look forward to every run.

The beginning of this summer I wrote a blog post about getting out of your comfort zone. The beginning of this summer I could hardly run 2-3 miles and tonight I ran 4, only to wish we hadn’t arrived home so fast and feeling as if I could run a few more.

I’m not saying this to brag in any way,  I’m saying this because for this whole summer I honestly felt like I hadn’t done hardly anything to step out of my comfort zone. I felt discouraged and like I hadn’t done anything at all, when in reality my eyes were just blinded to what God was doing. God showed me multiple times of His overflowing goodness and I don’t think I ever came home from a run without a smile on my face.

I’m saying this all to say, maybe, if we step out of our comfort zone we can inspire someone, somewhere around us or even better, to be inspired by someone. We often work so hard to inspire others that we forget to let others inspire us.

Tonight I’m saddened that summer is soon coming to an end, but I’m thankful for all God has done and taught me about thankfulness and going farther than I thought I could. Only through Christ am I able to run as far as I can and I definitely have more goals I hope and pray I can hit some day, but right now, I’m simply thankful for all that God does and is doing. I’m so undeserving of His goodness.

I truly hope you all had an incredible summer and if you were able to step out of your comfort zone in some way or the other, I would absolutely love to hear about it! 💛

wishing you all tons of blessings,


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