I’ve touched on my own personal faith here and there on this blog, but only recently has this come front and center for me in a big, big way. The whole concept of training to run 26.2 miles has forced me to face my faith in an entirely new way.
I’ve been thinking a lot about faith lately and how hard it is to truly own your faith — faith in yourself, faith in your path, faith in your relationships, faith in your own little corner of the world. Faith is both a very powerful emotion but also a very scary one to truly embrace — especially for a Type A-er like me who loves to be in control, loves to have a plan…and has very little patience.
But right now — in ways well beyond the marathon thing, my faith (and my patience) are being tested and I’m figuring out just how much room I personally have to grow in my own faith. I went a little crazy on pinterest last night and found some hugely inspiring and poignant words to describe what faith means to me, more and more and more these days.
I hope ya’ll don’t mind the diversion away from my usual running and other sweatfest-inducing talk today but I just felt so compelled to touch on this today. Because honestly? No matter what (or who) you believe in (or not), faith is something we all face (and often grapple with) every single day of our lives.
…it’s a scary thing to trust in the unknown and uncharted, isn’t it?
(admittedly, this last one is the toughest of all for me to fully embrace. Blind faith means true faith, but it also means taking down the walls, letting go of control and believing in what lies just around the bend in your path…)