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Sometimes I wake up and wonder what happened to all that energy I used to have when I would get up in the morning with the birds, plug in my earbuds and power-up my iPod and go walking and worshiping in the neighborhood while it was still dark. Sometimes my eyes open and I sit up in bed, and my bones feel like overnight all the sap ran out of them into my nightmares and dreams, and I am dry like old summer leaves that fall from the trees and crisp up in the wind.
It is always a sobering reminder of our fragile mortality on the planet, and how quickly the days blow away like leaves in Autumn. And then I sit down with a cup of tea and cream, and remember who I am and why I am here—and most of all who my "Sponsor" is in this strange marathon/sprint. I am loved and cherished, even in my more brittle moments by the One who created the beauty of Heaven and Earth, the vastness of stars, the wonder of a universe contained in a single cell, the undying hope that can arise when despair seems to have all but conquered the human heart.
And even in my weariness and weakness I am once more in awe that He who is the beginning and end, cares for one like me, whose frame is dust, whose faithfulness is besieged, at times, by all the doubts and darkness of a world that often looks like it is caving in on itself. And all I can do is thank Him for His great goodness in my life—and His tender mercies to me, which are new every morning. Praise the Lord!
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