Pardon me while I toot my own horn a minute.
I ran a 10K race this morning.
And it was super cold this morning.
And I had a baby 6 months ago tomorrow.
But enough about my awesomeness. That’s not the point of this post.
The “Run for Another 10K” was organized to raise awareness–and funds, of course–for Promise Kids a Future, a nonprofit international adoption agency. I signed up for it a few weeks ago because (a) it was for a good cause, (b) the 10k route was right here in my little town, and (c) I am a crazy person.
I hadn’t exactly been running on a regular basis since Little Bean was born, and until this last week, hadn’t managed to survive 3 miles at one go. But we know people who have adopted internationally or are in the process of adopting through Promise Kids a Future, and I decided to give it a shot. I approached it thinking that my performance didn’t really matter; it was as if I was donating my registration fee to a nonprofit I like and, heck, I’d get a free T-shirt out of it.
As we ran the course, we came across photos of some of the orphaned Ugandan children–including one of the little girls being adopted by our friends.
It was heart-warming and heart-breaking at the same time. My Little Bean was snug as a bug at home taking a nap, or at least she was supposed to be, and here were these children without homes, without families.
Some were only infants. Others were older children.
And they were smiling beautifully.
When we passed the photo of Grace, who will soon be adopted by our mutual friends, Christie said, “That sure would make a Momma run harder.”
So I ran harder, too, and thought of my little bean.
And I also thought of my momma, who visited us this last week. My momma was praying for me this morning.
When I got back in the car, there was a voicemail on my phone. I’m praying for you baby, she said. You will run and not grow weary. You can do all things through Christ who gives you strength.
I know I couldn’t have run that race alone.
Christie is pretty great, and I’m pretty sure she only signed up for it so I didn’t have to do it by myself. Thanks, friend.
And, Momma, you’re also pretty great. I couldn’t have done it without you either.