I quickly found myself sobbing like a baby.
I'm lucky to have a renewed relationship with my earthly father. I'm also blessed to have found faith in a heavenly father.
Running was used to teach me about their love for me.
In 2007 I ran my second marathon. My Dad ran the last several miles with me. I had a rough race. I had hit the wall early after a bad start.
He stuck by me until the finish. As I struggled and wavered. He helped me finish my race.
Only later did he tell me,
"All I wanted to do was pick you up and carry you."
I can finish any race because I know my Fathers will carry me if I need them to.