There once was a girl named Molly. 

The youngest of 5 siblings, she was short, scrawny, and scampering to keep up with the rest. As a result, she often found herself running. And oh, how she loved to run.

As a teenager she joined the school’s cross-country team. Her siblings scoffed at her. They viewed her as someone always trying to keep up, not one who could run.
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Yet Molly knew the joy running brought to her soul. She’d read about Olympic gold medalist Eric Liddell. ​

I backed out of the garage and glanced at the window.

Pete held Sam in his arms and they both waved. Returning their goodbye, I waved back, and drove down the alley.

Within seconds the tears began to flow.

“What am I doing?” I thought.

The Lord opened an opportunity to speak for a moms group at a local church. Excited and passionate, I’d accepted.