Reflections

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Ascent I ran on Saturday. My body is ready to start training again. My mind has almost forgotten how cold and miserable I was on that race. (In fact, I’m ready to sign up to repeat the performance next year.)

I’ve been wondering why I ran that race. I know, the facts are that I signed up for the race and trained for it. But I believe there is always something deeper we are meant to acknowledge after going through an experience like that.

My mind is wandering to our adoption. We are literally days (maybe even today) away from getting our dossier sent to Ethiopia. At that time, it is a waiting game (at the most 9 months) until we get this little girl. What will that journey be like for our family?

Adopting our daughter will change our family forever just like giving birth to a child does. We will experience moments that are deeply painful and joys that are so worth every battle. I can’t help but think that the determination and perseverance that I had during my race will come back to my mind. There are moments in our lives when we literally have to just put one step in front of the other.

I’m glad that we don’t have to do it alone. That we have family and friends who support and encourage. That we have our God who promises to be with us and never forsake us.

This adoption is one LONG race that won’t ever finish, just change course I think.