ann kiemel

oh, the beauty and comfort

of your words.  your prayers

for jan and me.  such kindness.

please forgive me for not

blogging.  two days after jan's

diagnosis, my orthopedist said

i have to have surgery on my

left foot...or the pain will never

go away.

and maybe i will never

be able to run again.

big, ugly, cruel words

splashed across the core

of my running passion.  i 

think you have to be a runner

to really grasp this.

but God can pick up shattered

glass and glue it back together.

He has given water when we are

thirsty and bread when we are

hungry.  Living Bread.  He never

allows a bruised reed to break.

and when i punched my window

down today...and stuck a $10 bill

in a  begger's hand, i truly saw

the face of God.  yes! i did.  the

very reason Jesus died was

for this man. and i shared Jesus

with Him.  a glorious thing!!!

"You are my Hiding Place.

You always fill my life with

songs of  deliverance whenever

i am afraid...i will trust in You...

"i will trust in You..

let the weak say i am strong

in the strength of the Lord."

so.

please know.

wherever your wounds are,

there stands the Savior.

and without sorrow,

i would not be kind and tender,

but blind and empty and insensitive.

i will always be running

the Race.  and always reaching

out my hand for yours. after

all, we are warriors for the Savior

of the universe.

roll around 

in the comfort

of His big, soft lap.

and may we all remember

God is ENOUGH.

always.