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Tag Archives: Grace
My Protector Wore a Hat to Church
I woke up smiling today. Oh, how I wish I could have gone back to sleep so I could spend more time with her. The dream was so real. I was my age now, but she was still the age … Continue reading
The Good Samaritan – Part II
[This is continuation of a story that couldn’t be told in just 700 words] I was trembling and sobbing with both hands gripping the steering wheel – feeling humiliated and terrified as I focused on my attacker arrogantly jogging from … Continue reading
The Good Samaritan – Part I
As I pull into the dirt parking lot at Chatfield, I feel a tingle rise up the back of my neck and then I physically shiver – it’s that whole-body kind of shiver and it’s not from the brisk early … Continue reading
In the Gaps
“How are things now that you’re back from your trip?” I asked a good friend after our work day ended. This friend has a demanding executive-level job, supports a family of six, and recently returned from a much-needed vacation. “With … Continue reading
Monkey Mind
“Mom, you call yourself a Christian, but honestly, I really think you’re more of a Buddhist.” I recall this comment from my 18-year old son and smile to myself as I’m stretching mindlessly in the parking lot – leaning up … Continue reading
Posted in Finding Faith
Tagged Buddha, faith, Grace, meditation, monkey mind, running
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I Believe. Please Help My Unbelief
The sun is slowly welcoming me with its orange glow illuminating the silhouette of an old clipper ship. The splendor of these glorious moments is not lost on me. I still find it all so awe-inspiring. On this March morning, … Continue reading
Posted in Finding Faith
Tagged Callie Skokos, faith, God, Grace, running, suffering, Unbelief
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Love Like Snowball
Love. I wanted it. I needed it. I was starved for it. I was a five. This is the thought that grips my heart as I step outside into the cold, locking the front door behind me. Because today is … Continue reading
Posted in Finding Faith, Trauma
Tagged children, faith, Grace, grandmothers, running, women's running
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A Marathon of Grace
My Nana is sitting beside me. For some reason, she’s handing me my phone. Her smile exudes the same love I remember it to be – honest and devout and unconditional. I’m just about to take her hand in mine … Continue reading
Posted in Finding Faith
Tagged faith, Grace, grandmothers, inspiration, NYC marathon, running
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The Best of Faith
I wish everyone could feel the way I feel right now. I have been out on the road now for less than ten minutes and already I feel a certain peace. My legs feel light and my breathing is completely … Continue reading
Running on Heart, Saved by Grace
The changing of the seasons is chasing me down this morning as I breathe in the cool air and run my first mile in near darkness. It’s so quiet and still in the neighborhood, and I can actually hear my … Continue reading