When thinking of an idea for this post, I was at a loss. What do I write about when it's just been a run of the mill, normal day here in Giffordville?
Boston: Tragic, horrible, sad. I am not a runner of the Boston caliber, but I do have a couple marathons under my belt. It's an exhilarating feeling finally crossing the finish line after 26.2 brutal miles. These athletes have trained all year and have pushed their bodies to the physical limit. At the 4 hour mark, with the finish line in sight, it's all you can do to muster up the very last fiber of energy to push your way to cross the line and hear your name being called over the loud speaker. I can't even imagine the sickened mind of the person who decided this would be a good event to place a couple bombs. I know there are several news articles, blog posts, opinions etc. already written on this subject but I just wanted to share my 2 cents. There may not seem to be much hope for humanity these days, and sometimes I worry about the world my kids are growing up in. But then I remember that the world is filled with mostly good people. People like you and me. Living in fear is a waste of living. While we mourn with those who were effected by this tragic event, we also must remember that life still goes on. The sun rises, we get out of bed, we make good use of the life we were given.
This is where my hope lies:
'Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.'
Psalm 62:5
Well said, dear Mary. Carry on!
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