33 Miles

33 miles in 33 days for my 33rd birthday.

Had to finish one more mile today, so Bubba and I headed out this morning. Mile 1 felt good. So iI kept going for mile 2 with the goal of running 33 minutes…when 33 minutes hit I was so close to a 5k…so I kept going.

5k for my 33rd feels really good. No this is not becoming a running account 🤪 but I guess year 33 has taught me I can do hard things. I mean, I learned that pushing a baby out of me in year 32 as well 🤣 but 33 has been a consistent, day in day out, persevering kind of year. Not traumatic. Not extremely hard. Not deep suffering. I’m so thankful that none of that is the case as I reflect. 

BUT this year has been stretching and hard in its own way as I’ve settled into the SAHM life. As I’ve moved from “keeping him alive” to actually parenting Asher. As I’ve accepted I can’t do everything I used to do but I get to do a lot of cool things in this season. As I’ve wrestled my faith around and around only to land again on how good & faithful my God has been and still is to me.  Dave Barnes has a sweet song about his life that says “It’s good. I got more than I ever thought I would. I can finally see how all the wrong turns and the heartaches The lessons in the mistakes Help me count these blessings like I should. And it’s so good” that’s what I learned in year 33. 

All this to say -I’m grateful for the year behind me- God has continued to show me his great fatherly love for me as I’ve learned the role of a parent, & for that- i’m eternally grateful. AND I’m hopeful for the year ahead. Maybe it’ll have some more miles, maybe even another 5k or two. if not, I know there’s a lot of good in store. 🤍 thanks for all the birthday wishes y’all.