I think of those that had not yet finished the race. After months of training, miles of pounding the pavement they were directed away from the finish line.
I promised myself I was going to write tonight. I was going to come home, have dinner, clean the kitchen and THEN I was going to write.
I was going to FOCUS.
If I am going to have a blog and pretend to be a writer, then I must write. I know others make time in coffee shops and cafes and they write. I know others make time to write in the wee hours of the mornings and the late hours in the dark of night. No matter what happens these people write.
I am not like that. But I am trying to become a bit more like that.
Then I hear of the bombing at the Boston Marathon. My husband wasn’t there this year. But he has ran that event. Twice.
I think of all the times in the last 30 years that I have stood at the finish line and waited in excited anticipation to see him come around the corner towards the finish.
I think of those that were waiting at the line today and I say a prayer for them.
Away from their goal.
Away from all they had worked for.
I started this post on Monday, April 15, 2013. I couldn’t finish that night.
Today, I remember and remind myself that my home is not in this world. And that HE is in control.
Please take a minute to read my friend, Dianne’s post. It won’t take 10 minutes, maybe not even 5 and it is worth your while.