Indian Summer

Day 47

Days to go: 318

Miles Walked: 51

Miles to go: 949

 

Stop!  Stop right there!

Did you see it?  I mean, did you really look?

51 miles.  5-1 miles!  F-I-F-T-Y-O-N-E miles!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO  HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Ok…There’s still more in me. I gotta let it out.

WOOOOoooOOOOOOOOO  HOOOoooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

51! What a gorgeous number!  I’m back on my feet and back on the pavement. Hopefully the worst of the kidney thing is behind me.  I am feeling good!

I finished my 2 mile walk for today just moments ago.  The sweat is still glistening on my brow, and my now-empty Dasani water bottle is sitting here on my desk in silent testimony of the feat.

I have to admit, I was a little nervous setting out.  Since I’d been sick, it had been several days since I’d walked that distance.  When I tried just one mile on Monday, it wasn’t pretty.  But today’s walk felt great! 

I haven’t timed the two-mile thing in a while. Last time I did, it took me 52 minutes to finish that distance.  I thought I might be slower than that today, since I’ve been under the weather…but I came in at 46 minutes!  I’m getting stronger and faster, step by step!

It was just beautiful outside today…an Oklahoma Indian Summer day. I remembered what I am growing to love about walking. (Wow…did I just say I am growing to love anything about any form of exercise?  Stop the press – this girl is definitely changing!)   I do. I just love being out under that big blue sky, feeling the sun and the breeze on my face.  It wakes me up.  It makes me feel so connected with God and the world He has made.  The coolest part was, as I set out today, I felt like Jesus just couldn’t wait.  I sensed His anticipation – it was as if He’d missed our walks too.  He seemed so ready to hang out – with me! Me!

True confession – I just looked up the term “Indian Summer” to make sure I used it correctly in the paragraph above. I did.  (Whew – that should make me and everyone who shared my concern feel much better!)   As I looked it up, I came across a great alternative definition. Wikipedia, my dubious online source, states “The term ‘Indian summer’ is also used metaphorically to refer to a late-blooming of something, often unexpectedly…” 

I LOVE that!  

I am going through an “Indian Summer” of my own…and it is so wonderfully unexpected.

I thought it was too late for hope. 

I thought it was too late to change.

I thought it was too late to heal.

I thought it was too late to find freedom.

I thought it was too late to learn to give and receive love.  

I thought it was too late to really know Jesus and experience the plans He has for me.

I thought it was too late…

I thought winter had come.

Jesus…my Jesus.  Thank you…for late bloomers, second chances, and Indian Summer days like this one.

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