a marathon weekend

Last weekend, I spent a lot of time with my family. My sister’s family lives in Dallas, so we don’t get to see them as often as we’d like. My niece, Keagan, is almost 2 and busy as ever! It was fun for my sister and I to switch babies for the weekend.20130310-154352.jpg



20130310-154623.jpgMy sister and her family used to live in Jonesboro, but moved to Dallas last spring because her husband was offered a job at UT Dallas. Jonesboro or Dallas? Hmmmm. Not too difficult of a decision, I’d say. Anyway, some of their dear friends came down for the Little Rock Marathon and they were able to spend some time catching up over a delicious spaghetti dinner. The kids loved it.20130310-154521.jpg


20130310-154556.jpg20130310-154635.jpg20130310-154708.jpgSunday was the Little Rock Marathon. My husband and my sister’s husband ran in the half marathon. My dad ran the 10k.

I am not a runner nor do I aspire to be one, but I greatly admire them. There is great personal discipline in running. I watched my husband train for months for this race! I don’t remember the last time I was so disciplined in anything in my life!

I think this is why the apostle Paul compares the life of a believer to running a race. Both require great discipline, tenacity, and an ability to keep moving forward despite the pain or difficulty you may be experiencing. As I watched each person crossing the finish line, I would get emotional. So few of the thousands of people running that race were doing it to beat someone else or to win. They were doing it because they wanted to finish. Just cross that finish line. No matter what time was on the clock or what place they came in. They completed what they had started.

This is what we are called to as believers. Not to be better than the person standing next to us, but to complete the race the Lord has called us to run in the best way we are able, in total and complete dependence on Him to help us complete it; allowing Him to carry us at times and carrying others when we can.

It almost makes me want to run a marathon. Almost.




a small change

I decided I needed a change. After I had Bennett, a lot of the hair around my face and in my part fell out. It wasn’t too bad. No bald spots or anything, but enough that it kind of bothered me. And, I usually don’t care about things like that. I’m the kind of girl who only wears mascara (if any makeup at all), can’t remember the last time she shaved her legs, and only washes her hair when it’s absolutely necessary. And I may wait a day after that.

But, all the breakage bugged me and I wanted to try something new. Not just because I wanted to look better (although that’s always a plus). But, because I wanted to FEEL better. I feel like a mother, a wife, a teacher every day. And I LOVE feeling that way and I’m so thankful for the opportunity to play those roles in my life, but I wanted to feel like a woman. The kind of woman who can juggle being a mother, a wife, and have a career and still look fabulous doing it.

Isn’t it funny how a tiny change like a haircut can do that for you?




What do you think? Did I channel my inner Michelle Obama?