I saw a young boy, about 3 years old, sitting in the sand. He had made a fortress of sandcastles, shaped from those little plastic molds, all lined up around him on each side. He was sitting in the middle of the fort playing with his bulldozers and trucks, and on his head, he sported a sahara type hat, which obviously kept him cool during his work. He looked quite content, being the king of his sandcastle fort. As I passed by on my morning beach run, I paused for a moment, hoping to capture some of that pure joy this boy obviously had. Sometimes I think the very […]
Category:Lessons from the Sea
I like to pack lightly – a selection of feel-good music, flip flops, running shoes, and of course, my books. I don’t need much else when going to the sea. It is a time to shed the layers of clothes, worries, and the to-do lists of our busy lives, and to realize just how little we do need instead of how much. Rather than accumulating the latest of things, it is a time to let go of some things. My road trip down to the sea follows the same pattern. As I leave the big city behind, my body begins to relax a little as I drive through the pleasant, flat […]
Category:Lessons from the Sea
Today is a serenely sad day, so I chose some earlier Elton John music to run with, which is reminiscent of my earlier days in Atlanta in the late 80’s/early 90’s. My 10-year running buddy at work will probably be laid off in the next couple of weeks, and I will lose my best running therapist! Who else will listen to me ramble on while running up a hill? And my son has now finished school for the year and is away at summer camp. No more pre-dawn morning rush out the door, driving 30 minutes across town to school and talking […]
Category:Running Journey
It had been a cold winter’s day when I walked into the church that Sunday morning, wearing a long black coat that draped down to the top of my black boots, and probably wearing a little bit of an attitude too. I was hoping to go unnoticed as I walked into the back of the church, but even for a rather large church such as this, I saw the preacher pause from his sermon when I walked in, and he look over my way. Yeah, I’m a stranger here, I thought, and I eased my way into the back pew, all the while keeping my glance downward. It was not a condemning look […]
Category:Running Journey
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Sue McCusker is a writer, Bible teacher, and web developer who loves sharing the stories of life, hope, and faith she sees around her every day. She has written for Guideposts and Angels on Earth magazines, and teaches the story of God in women's Bible study.
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