Over the last 11 weeks, Mark and I have started running together. (For those of you who know me...I'll give you a moment to pick your chin up off the floor.) I said that we started running NOT that I love it, or even like it. I actually hate it unless it's that feeling you get when you are DONE. That's when I love it. God has brought me many insights while running (maybe jogging would be a better term) and I thought I would share a few with you over the next few days.

Lesson 1
I am utterly amazed at how much Mark can talk. During our jogs, I am not able to talk. I have to concentrate on my breathing since I struggle with side aches. I've learned to listen to my husband. I've learned that he's a very wise man. I've learned that I don't need to talk. I've learned that I get frustrated when I can't talk. I've learned there's wisdom in silence.

Lesson 2
We typically run at night after the kids are tucked in bed. I love running at night because no one can see me and it's a lot cooler. However, running in the dark, there can be lurking danger. We need to be well aware of cars. Most drivers assume people aren't out running at 9:30 p.m. When cars approach, Mark always makes a point to move me to the curb. It's subtle and he may not even know that he does it. A true act of a gentleman. It's his way of protecting me. Guarding me. He's telling me, "I would rather get hit than you." How often does God do the same for us while we are walking through life? We may not be aware of the danger. We may choose to play with danger. And sometimes our gentleman, God, steps in and moves us to the curb.