All the working out I do this weekend is dedicated to the Menzies family and #MegsMiles.
As someone who was #blessed to have survived my accident, I can’t imagine the heartbreak of losing a loved one in such a senseless way. Drunk driving is the worst.
#Runners, please do your best to be careful. Moreover, drivers— we have a massive amount of metal and power when in a vehicle. We all need to be watchful of what surrounds us. Praying for the Menzies family.
I am, in fact, one of those “#blessed” writers. As part of my commitment both to myself and as a Christian, I do my best to take time to be in awe of God’s mercy and grace, and find joy in my every day existence.
This is as good a time as any, though, to really bask in the glory of gratitude. I am so blessed, so privileged to have the love of an amazing family, a mighty good man, and some fantastic friends. I live in a (beautiful place, and have a job I love and work with people I love. I (try to) live, every day, in awe of how lucky I am.
Today, I also feel grateful for the hard things. For being at a place in my life where I am trying to dig through the muck and mire of understanding privilege and trying to dismantle it. For understanding how race relations plays out, affects me and my loved ones, and the students I serve. For trying to wrap my hands and mind around all the broken parts of our country and help in any way I can. Being able to devote time and energy to these issues (instead of, perhaps, where my next meal is coming from) is privilege that I hope to use to make things better for the next generation.
So, for the work, for the hard things, and for Christ’s love to give me the strength to keep working, for His (and others) forgiveness when I fail or falter, for all the amazing things I have— for all these, I am grateful.