A few weeks ago, I got it into my head to sign up for the Lucerne Half-Marathon. This month is a busy one, filled with daily blog posts, a few article assignments, Fall break, and my husband’s complete lack of sanity in asking me to plan a week-long driving tour of the entire country of Ireland. (Will he never learn?) All that to say, I thought to myself, “What could possibly make me feel crazier than I already do?” Cue the 13.1 mile race.
I chose to sign up because I eat too much cheese, and because the race reminds me of Hope. And in the midst of a few book rejections and some changes barreling down the path, I need Hope. I need it like I need air. Maybe you do too. On Saturday, we talked about finding the space and silence to dream. Today, let’s talk about wrapping our dreams up in something bigger–Hope.
The following is a re-post from last October’s archives.