As I crossed the finish line at the Trolley Run this morning, there was a man carrying a huge wooden cross. Hello Holy Week. I thought I was tired running the four miles run in under 35 minutes. I was quickly taken back to the man I encountered around mile 2.5, who was pushing himself the entire way in a wheelchair. Then, I immediately thought of the Lord's Passion, and the last four miles seemed like nothing to me.
It was absolutely beautiful. Thank you, to a stranger who helped kick my Holy Week off with a boom. I'm praying for you : )
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