Mind. Blown.

Mind.  Blown.

I hope you’re not sick of me talking about Hands 2 Haiti.
When our kids are involved in something we will sit in the scorching heat during endless hours of baseball practice.  We will sit in the pouring rain for football games, and we will drive hours for competitions.   When my boy shows passion about something for God’s kingdom…well it’s no different.  Plus, I endure all your cheerleading and soccer posts…we hold fast for our friends.

picture from Tri State Racer
picture from Tri State Racer

This past weekend we finally had our Hands 2 Haiti 5k.  The weather report threatened rain all week for Sunday.  I’ll admit.  I worried.  My prayers at first were motivated by fear.    God would nudge me and say, “C’mon Jill.  You know me better than that.”  Now granted, if it would’ve poured the rain during our race, God would have still been on the throne.  But because God is a show off He did this…
race day sky

And because God must have had His sassy pants on, the minute we loaded the last table the sky opened up and it poured the rain.
He so funny…
I wanted this race to be fun.
Because let’s be honest…running is stupid.
It’s torture.
I want to be a runner.
But I’ve resigned to the fact that if this big ol body is running, it’s because I’m being chased.
Then, consequently, I’m praying that I die.
At any rate, I had so much fun on Sunday.
I think everyone else had fun too.
Well despite the fact they were running…I think they had fun anyway.
When I posted this race in February I told God, “Okay God.  Here I go again.  I’m out there.  If this flops, You’re still good.  I’m not going to fret about it.  I’m not going to obsess.  It’s all You.”
When I got to the race yesterday I wanted to run up to people and hold their sweet faces and say, “You came!  You really came!”
Every single person who crossed the finish line made my heart leap in my throat.  I was like a proud parent watching their kid graduate from college.
I seriously felt compelled to hug every single neck.  But I didn’t want to end up on Topix as the creepy molesty woman who held the 5k in Downtown Russell for her son.
Reagan went into this whole mission with a mind convinced and a heart wide open.  He knew from the beginning that we would raise the money.  I think the words he used were, “easy peasy.”
I, on the other hand did the fear for us both.  Because you know, being afraid raises the most money…
We didn’t do this on our own.  We couldn’t have done this on our own.
Every brownie eaten, gumball chewed, mile ran, t-shirt worn and blizzard eaten contributed to this mission.

If you would have told me that in less than 8 months we would meet our goal I wouldn’t have believed you.
But we  you did.  Again, because God is so freaking cool, Reagan met his goal on his birthday.  We made a deposit on May 3rd and we were over our $8,000.
How sweet is that?!

All the volunteers.  Ugh.  I wish I could pay you money to show how I much I appreciate you.  I’m not going to name names because no one is more important than the other.
But my heart.  Oh my heart felt like it was breaking the whole afternoon.  It was so happy.
Over the course of these 8 months, when the devil would tell me, “No one is going to come to this race.  No one cares.  People are sick of hearing you talk about this.  You’ve asked churches for sponsor money and they aren’t even giving.  Just let it go.  You gave a good effort.  Just leave it at that and quit embarrassing yourself…”
Can I be honest?
I think we all know by now that I’m going to be.
I just wanted to warn you.
I am so SICK of the devil.  I hate his stupid guts.  Stupid is NOT what I wanted to say there…
When I would start to feel fear rising up in me.
You’re not raising enough money.
My grace is sufficient.
When doubt clouded the blessings that were there.
Ugh, churches in our area are ignoring me.  Churches!
That’s okay.  I’ve sent secular businesses to give exceedingly, abundantly more that you can imagine!
When I was tired of hearing me talk about it.

I would get by myself and I would say out loud, “Devil.  Shut.  The.  Hell. Up.”

Regardless of what is going on in your life.
You’re in a new scary season…
You’re planning something much bigger than yourself…
You have no idea what you’re doing…
Sometimes we need a good shut the hell up.
And instead we need to look to the one who supplies all our needs according to His riches in glory and really believe Reagan’s key verse for ourselves,
I can do ALL things through Christ who gives me strength.
I guess that means I need to take up running, huh?

Thank you seems so tiny of a phrase for what I’m feeling.  I am SO grateful for everyone who gave their time and opened their wallets for bake sales, t-shirts, love offerings.  Strangers who just sent money in the mail…family members who sent money.  Friends who are like family members who sent money.  For the 87 of you who came and ran.  You have a piece of God’s kingdom as your reward.
And a little 9 year old boy has seen, live and in technicolor that we are God’s hands and feet.
Thank you so much.

I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.


I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer, and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ, walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God… just living the dream.

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