The legs are feeling a bit "funky" today, calf aches and pains, a hip flexor a bit angry, and a bruised toe are letting me know that the last few weeks of running and racing and little to no real time set aside for a full recovery is not the way to go. I slept a full 12 hours Weds night. This is not a normal occurrence for me and was the first indicator that something was up. I'm still learning to listen to the body and the real trick for me is figuring out if a particular "issue" is something to run through or something to listen to.
When Boo climbed into bed with me this morning at the precise time I was supposed to get up and run another 10 - 15 miles, I opted for the snuggle time with him. Knowing how quickly this time will pass, I believe I made the right choice. As we watched Thomas and he ate the breakfast I had prepared him, he said to me, "Mommy, I will always love you. Even when I'm 39!" Sigh.... love that kid!
I've been doing more reading on St. Francis and his spirituality speaks so strongly to my heart. Simplicity. Humility. Joy. Solitude. All things that I am probably LEAST associated with, but all things that I long for. Slowly, ever so slowly, I feel God stripping away the things of the world that really don't matter and find Him filling them with tender moments like this morning that will always be cherished.
The only way to make rapid progress along the path of divine love is to remain very little and put all our trust in Almighty God. - St. Therese of Lisieux