On Sunday, my church celebrated 50 years at our current location. The church itself, the ongoing stream of people worshipping together year after year, is more than 180 years old. Both milestones feel significant to me, since both exceed the entirety of my life.
Sometimes, life turns on a dime — for bad or for good.
Recently, I decided to start running again. Since I was in elementary school, I’ve been an occasional runner. I am one of those strange people who actually like running, and in each season of life, in every location I’ve lived, sooner or later I start running again.
I’ve been struggling for a few weeks now to get a handle on some rather annoying personality quirks in myself. If I’m honest, I might even call them sins. I jump to conclusions, I become easily offended, I take everything so personally, and I complain when I don’t get my way.
Sometimes, when Monday rolls around and I need to choose a word of the week that encapsulates what’s happening around me, the things going on in my life are too sensitive and raw or so personal and intimate, I can’t write about them. I can’t even talk about them, and often, I don’t even want to admit them to myself.