The euphoria of completing my first Triathlon on Sunday (albeit a Sprint distance, and even shorter than a normal Sprint on the Swim portion - 300m vs. the usual 750m - but good practice for how transitions go, etc.) has been darkened by the tragic events at the Boston Marathon yesterday. As I posted on Facebook yesterday, it just makes me so upset, sad, confused, scared...the list of emotions goes on. My heart is heavy, my mind is whirling, and my prayers are lifted.
Also posted on Facebook by
Proverbs 31 Ministries was the following verse that brings some comfort:
From the end of the earth I will cry unto you, when my heart is overwhelmed; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2
A popular running blogger also
has some good words to share about yesterday's heartbreaking finish line chaos. The point that hit me the most was that we cannot allow what happens to us (good or bad) define or describe us. Imagine what it would be like if our lowest experiences is what defined our lives...or, even if our mountaintop experiences were all that described us.
What defines you?
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