My emotional meter just kept rising last week with the Hope Water Project team in the Detroit Free Press Marathon. For 27 weeks of training we laughed, prayed, cried together, sweated together, we worked through injuries and the big day came. Some people walked and ran, some ran, the majority of people did the half, 13.1 miles… some did 26.2 and they are my heroes!
These are diehards!
I want to tell you, I get emotionally involved cheering people on, encouraging them, then to personally run over the Ambassador Bridge … On top of that bridge, looking over and seeing the Renaissance Center, thinking about the freedoms we have in U.S., being grateful we can run for a cause raising money for clean water for kids in Kenya and Uganda drinking dirty diarrhea water. It’s just overwhelming!
There were struggles for me too when my calves cramped up…. but the greatest part was greeting hundreds of HWP people as they crossed the finish line, giving high fives, hugs and salty cheek kisses!
When you do life with people like this a good salty hug is worth it all!
When you think of the price Christ paid for us he gave his all, it ties together…
I had to take a break on Monday because I was worn out, but I’d be worn out in that way any time of the week and any time of day because I saw Christ in multiple places among hundreds of people. Life can’t get any better than THIS!