Last year’s challenge was all about Writing Naked but this year I thought I’d focus on something different. I still plan on keepin’ it real but will be exploring another topic.
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The October Writing Challenge is BAAACK! I told myself I would prepare ahead of time so it wouldn’t be as miserable to come up with a blog post every single day. But since it is called a challenge, I might as well keep it that way. For this year anyhow. Next year I am going to be prepared. #goals Read more
Stand Firm. That’s become my mantra this year. It started around springtime when I was reading my bible and came across these words highlighted in blue. It said: “If you do not stand firm in your faith, you will not stand at all.” Julianne, stand firm. God continues to tell me this. Okay, I say. I’m doing it. I’m standing firm. By the way, what do you mean? Stand firm? Stand Firm.
One morning at YoungLives Camp, I made my way over to the Orchard Inn. It was where I led a small team of nannies who would help care for eleven adorable and very busy toddlers. I wanted to make sure our group was fully prepared so instead of walking, I began to run. Something in my spirit told me there was no need to run. I sat on a nearby bench to pray.
Yesterday I wrote about how I used to be a runner. Today, in church, I learned I am still a runner. That is, figuratively speaking. As humans, we are always running, either toward or away from something. I like to think I’m running toward God’s plan for my life and not away from it, but it’s not always true.
I used to be a runner. Back in December of 2009, I ran my first training mile. If I remember correctly, it was a bone-chilling 22 degrees and it took me 17 minutes. I was inspired by the TV show Biggest Loser and decided the night before I wanted to run a full marathon. Twelve months later on November 27th, I did just that. I ran 26.2 miles with a 12-minute pace.
Last month, I went to a women’s brunch. A friend of mine was speaking. The last time I heard her speak to a group of women was in 2006. Back then, she talked about brokenness, reconciliation and a stolen stereo. I remember it well because her story resonated with mine.
It was a beautiful spring day. The opportunity had come, the timing was more than right. It was perfect. I knew I had enough courage to follow through with it—not because of my own doing, but because of the strength given by Almighty God. It is a journey I look back on often, as a reminder of his faithfulness.