I know I already posted a blog today, but I needed to write more. Tonight I stepped out for something, and quickly went back inside to change. I was resolved to go for a run. What a gorgeous night, thought I, and how could I let it slip by? With my house key firmly planted in my shoe, and determination in my step, I set off. As I started out, I kept a steady pace, and soon my lungs informed me of how out of shape I am. "You haven't run since July, maybe even June" they said. "You haven't even exercised very much of late." Needless to say, they weren't very encouraging. However, as my feet devoured the pavement and the movement covered my body in a sheen of sweat, I remembered how, back in April, I wasn't even at this place. How I couldn't even walk up a flight of stairs. How it hurt too much to do one push-up, let alone ten, which I accomplished tonight. God is so good, and He is the ultimate healer! I felt so blessed to have the strength in my legs to keep pressing on, the air in my lungs which coursed oxygen through me, and the sweat of good exercise running down my back. There are so many worse things that could have happened to me. And yet God breathed life back into me. He gave me the breath of life, not only back to my lungs and bloodstream, but also in my spiritual life. He alone is my strength, and He alone is the one I want to pursue, with perseverence, pressing onward and never looking back!