My youngest son Daniel trained for a few months to run the Philadelphia Marathon. His goal was to qualify for the Boston Marathon, the World’s Series of Marathons in the US! For him, that meant he had to run the 26.2 miles in 3 hours 10 minutes and 59 seconds–quite an impossible feat if you ask me. But he and three friends started to train this summer, and went for it last Saturday.
It was cold and drizzly as the 16000+ people gathered at the starting line-up. That is a huge amount of people! I don’t even know how many city blocks it took… but Daniel and his friends were maybe only 50 rows down from the front of the line since they were going for time. The four boys wore pink hats and gloves–such a smart choice so we could pick them out in the sea of people. I was amazed that we did, and I even got to give my son the “high 5” before he started at 7 am. This race stirred memories in me of just a year ago when he and I ran the Harrisburg Marathon; the goal for me was just to finish. What a different frame of mind he was in today!
Well, when all was said and done, Daniel finished 310th and ran 26.2 miles in 3 hours 5 minutes and 3 seconds–that’s a 7:03 minute mile for 26.2 of them. How crazy is that? I can hardly tell you how proud I was of him, and how thankful I was to the Lord for carrying him through and giving him such success. The Scriptures say in Psalm 147 that He does not take pleasure in the legs of a man, but He delights in those who wait for His lovingkindness. That is indeed what Daniel did, and God rewarded him greatly.
What an exciting life we live!

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