Sometimes. . .

Sometimes, you really question everything. The world around you. The decisions you make in your own home. The words you choose to say to your children. Sometimes, you question whether you're a good enough wife. Or a good enough mom. Or a good enough daughter. Sometimes, you wonder. Did I do that right? Am I doing this right? What have I gotten myself into? Sometimes you think to yourself, "When did I agree to be an adult and carry these burdens and think these thoughts and live this life?" Sometimes.

And sometimes, you lace your shoes up and you go for a run. You have no plan, no goal, no distance, no route. You leave the Garmin at home and don't bother starting RunKeeper. Sometimes, you don't even bother looking at your watch when you start. Sometimes, you put one foot in front of the other and you give it all to God. You leave every ounce of doubt or judgement or uncertainty out there on the pavement. Sometimes, every step makes life a little clearer. Sometimes, in the rhythmic pounding of your feet and the cadence of your breath, you hear from God. Sometimes, He tells you it's alright. Sometimes, He just runs with you. And sometimes? He tells you, "You're doing it all right. You're ok and you're mine and your children and your husband and the world loves you, just the way you are." But only sometimes.