Last night I went on a trail run. I guess I should preface this with a confession–I don’t trail run.

With all of those voices out there, from magazines at the grocery checkout lines, to millions of bloggers crowding Pinterest and Instagram with delectable treats, “get thin fast!” promises, and gluten-free-dairy-free-fat-free-sugar-free-taste-free advice, I sometimes wonder,

am I just another voice lost in a world full of people spouting opinions on food and health?

I have been riddled with guilt.

I was unaware of its presence, or the tarnish of shame, regret, and remorse it was etching into my spirit. I knew something was not right, but, like in most cases, the eyes of my heart were clouded; I could not see what was going on until one moment of pristine and crude clarity.

“And He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.”
And that is it.
In a handful of simple words a shattered life is made whole.

Have you ever thought about running a marathon? Or maybe a half marathon? Or maybe a 5k? Or maybe to the mailbox?

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Each morning I wake groggily and find my way to the kitchen. I pour a steaming cup of coffee and head out to the garden. Slowly I make my way around mounds of soil and baby plants to see the growth that took place over night. They are always growing. New sprouts– where nothing was yesterday, today there is green life, new leaves, and finally–first fruits.