Facade of Control

I haven’t got it yet, but I’m hunting it and fighting for it, I want something serious, something fresh—something with soul in it! Onward, onward. ~Vincent van Gogh

My son has endured a health challenge recently. (Oh how I wish it was me instead.) It's brought a fresh new perspective on life. How easily the facade of control crumbles! When praying is needed but the words are elusive because the anxiety is so great, the soul cries out on it's own. Then comes the answer to prayer in the diagnosis of "not malignant" and "low recurrence rate". Alleluia!

Time for training has taken a back seat to time with family. Though a run was just the thing to calm myself when thoughts were racing through my mind. It was difficult to find the motivation, and even though I wasn't able to clear my head, I was able to physically tire myself out, which eased the stress. And a long bike ride with my son, while trying to keep things normal, was just the right thing to bring both of us a sense of peace.

Today, RunKeeper is beckoning, "Let's work out! You thought this was a good time a while back...remember?" In celebration of a successful surgery and significant recovery progress, RunKeeper and I will spend some time together today.