Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Greg Johnson at
WordServe Literary
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LateBoomer.net
Recent Posts
- Try
- Becoming Brenda Starr
- Off Beat
- Scattered
- That’s It
- So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What?
- The Spoon
- Sciatica
- Sweetheart
- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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When I Run, I Feel God’s Pleasure
Have you ever participated in or watched others run in a marathon?
Until last Saturday, at the Country Music Marathon in Nashville, I sure hadn’t. And if it weren’t for our daughter Carrie deciding to train with her two cousins, Josie and Megan, I would have likely gone the rest of my life without experiencing it.
These three beautiful young women started running together months ago. They ran in snow, sometimes ice, sleet, drizzle, sub-zero temperatures, rain, tornadoes, and—when the weather got worse than that—indoors. Ha.
Josie and Megan have run in several marathons before. They are faster than Carrie, but she would not be deterred. She set her face like flint that she would go to Nashville and run with all her heart.
She finished! Twenty-six miles!! Doug and I flew down to watch and it was one of the most inspiring things I’ve ever seen.
One of the highlights: Along the route, bands were set up at regular points and played for hours at a time. One of the places where we predetermined we’d be waiting to cheer the girls on as they came by was directly in front of a large church. The worship band from the church was the designated music for that area, and they were fantastic.
Of the 30,000 runners that jogged past that church, at least one fourth of them raised their hands as they passed by, or pointed an index finger to the sky. They were at the nine-mile mark by then, and many were weary. But they acknowledged the Lord as the source of their strength. It was glorious!
My little girl made one of her personal dreams come true. We are so proud of her!
- Oh, that's a great story. I hope they get to do this many more times.
Posted by alison on 05/04/07 at 09:16 AM
- Sweet! I love the photos, too!!
Posted by Suzan on 05/04/07 at 05:37 PM
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