A few weeks ago, I pulled myself out of bed earlier than normal on a Saturday morning, fully intending to get a run in before I started my day.
It was a good morning for it…not too sunny, not too humid (yet), and I had the best intentions…but for whatever reason, 8:30 rolled around and I still hadn’t laced up my shoes.
I found myself lacking motivation for something that I typically do enjoy, at least once I get going.
In a last, desperate attempt to get myself moving and excited about pounding pavement, I looked at my daughter. Do you want to go running with me?
Well, there was my you-can’t-get-out-of-this-now-Mel, answer. We were definitely going running.
It was well after nine before we were finally out the door with Mae chattering away a mile a minute as I strapped her into the jogger.
We took off…and, friends?
We seriously had the BEST time.
And as we pushed through those three-point-one miles, I couldn’t help but smile at the moments God was giving us…
He was using my daughter to teach me some important lessons about the journey.
I’d like to think I’m pretty good at making friends…but my girl, she is THE. FRIEND. Everyone is her buddy and worthy of a hello, a smile, and a wave. I know she was adding sunshine to the lives of the people we passed…and it was a lesson to me, even as I sweated my own sweat.
It’s so important to encourage others in their journey toward a dream. (<====Tweet this.)
Several times during our run, Mae pointed out things she loved…a bird she saw, a flower she wanted to pick, even the pretty trees…the thousands of them. 😉 At one point, I let her get out of the stroller so she could pick her “most favorite flower EVER.” We stopped to take a mommy/daughter selfie, too…and I thought about how often I’m so focused on getting to the finish line with a personal best time that I forget how beautiful the journey can be.
When we stop and look around, we’re almost guaranteed to find so many blessings that we can hardly count them all.
As we neared the end, I asked Mae if she wanted to get out of the stroller and run the last few tenths with me. She was so excited as she practically leaped up to join me with her cute, toddler jog. She’d run for about thirty seconds, stop to breathe a bit, and then begin again. It took us much longer than it would have if I’d just been running and pushing her, but it made me smile as I watched my girl try something new.
She was so excited to, literally, chase down a new goal…and she went for it.
As we made it up the final hill and reached our yard, she looked at me with a huge smile and gave me a hug. Thank you for taking me running, Mommy!
And I thought, No, thank you.
How beautiful my morning had been because I shared it with someone I loved.
Friends, the dreaming journey can be a lonely one. It can be a hard one. It can be a heart-wrenching one.
And some days…well, it can just feel almost impossible to actually lace up our shoes and get moving.
Something I learned from my sweet, sweaty, Saturday morning with my daughter?
Is that we aren’t meant to do this alone. We miss out on too much when we don’t share the journey.
Take a friend. It will make your journey that much sweeter. (<====Tweet this.)
Where are you today, friend?
Do you need someone to join you as you dream?
Don’t do this alone…because you’re not alone.
Shared by: Mel Schroeder