A Masterpiece In Motion

This weekend I was sparkled with many colors as I ran “The Color Run”. The mission of The Color Run is to create an atmosphere of fitness and happiness by bringing the community together to participate in this 5k race. It’s the only event that you go in one color and you leave another.  You look like the distant cousin of Crayola. Everyone is glossed with the colors as they make their way to each canvas stop (at least that’s what I call it).  Participants are the work of art in motion.

 This race is no stress, only fun. For those sticklers for time, this race might require a mindset adjustment because it’s a timeless race.  I guarantee as soon as you are shimmed with your first streak of color you have lost all time.  Your only time filled thought is “I can’t wait to get to the next canvas stop”.  There weren't any mile markers as well. At least I didn't see any. If there were, let's chunk that up to all the fun I was having.

Once you have finished the course, you are the winner with your medal in hand its off for more fun. Music, dancing, give-a-ways and more glitter dusted color throwing in the crowd.  The participants receive packets of color and when instructed; all hands go up and there’s this beautiful cloud of colors engulfing the crowd.

These few hours were exhilarating. The mission was definitely accomplished. I exercised, danced harmoniously with the stranger beside me, and left sparkled, a masterpiece in motion.

Enjoy The Beauty Of The Day

 Take a moment to feel the warmth of the sun on your face.  No matter what's on your mind in anticipation of the events the day will bring.   Breathe, Exhale and Enjoy the moment. #TGFE (Thank God For Everyday)

 

Take a moment to feel the warmth of the sun on your face.  No matter what's on your mind in anticipation of the events the day will bring.   Breathe, Exhale and Enjoy the moment. #TGFE (Thank God For Everyday)

Love Me or Love Me Not

Today is the day of love. It’s Valentine’s Day. Many people will buy flowers, chocolate, jewelry, cards, and scrumptious dinners to express how much they love the other person. It’s like the second coming of Christmas early. My Pastor declared the entire month of February as the month to show love. He has given his members the charge to display love to strangers and even to those that get on your last nerve. Do good to strangers by paying for their groceries. Say What!!!  Yes, pay for the person’s groceries or lunch that is in line behind you.  How about mending a broken relationship? Show love to everyone. What a charge!

Recently, my cousin had a friend who passed away unexpectedly. As far as everyone knew, this friend was healthy and there were no warning signs. He went to lunch and wasn’t discovered until the end of the work day. He passed away alone in his car with his lunch on his lap. This was heartbreaking because he had relocated, gotten married and had his first grandchild.  My cousin described him as strong, poised and always moving forward.

I find myself thinking of my cousin’s friend often. Did he tell his wife he loved her that morning or did he run out the door? Was he late for work? Was there anyone that he wasn’t speaking to in his family? When was the last time someone in his family told him, they loved him? If we knew when we would take our last breath, would we act as if every day was Valentine’s Day?

I must make a confession. I hadn't spoken to a relative for 8 months until I learned of my cousin’s friend.  My relative became angry with me because of a comment. It wasn't about anyone’s race, gender, religion, family, job or politics. I know what you are thinking, “Naw girl, you did some-tin” . It was actually a joke about me. There should have been a truce made by one of holidays: “My Birthday”, Thanksgiving, Christmas or by New Years, however there were no calls.  Peace talks had to be initiated by me.

I couldn't imagine if something tragic happened to either one of us and we weren't speaking. I am learning that people react out of their experiences.  It didn't matter if I felt it was my fault or theirs.  I had to make the first move. I apologized to make things right.

Proverbs 17:7(ISV) says, A friend loves at all times and a brother is there for times of trouble. I am going to take on my Pastor’s charge, not only for this month but for the entire year. Yes, I will show love to everyone, every day.  I will show love even if someone cuts me off in traffic (no finger) or says something rude. “Oh Lord Help Me” because here comes the test. Each day is a new start.

With all that said who’s on board to show love?  Have Valentine’s Day all year long. Love me or Love me not. I chose Love.

How Can It Be So Good and So Bad At The Same Time? Part 2

So we are 23 days in the New Year. Each New Year brings new opportunities. Many have made their resolution knowing they can start afresh. We set our goals to lose weight, start a business, finish school, save more, be happy, etc.

We are running full steam ahead and three months down the road (or shorter) the bridge (an interruption) comes into focus. The questions begin: Do we cross it or turn in the opposite direction?  As I stated, in my prior blog running for me mimics life.  I left off coming to the bridge that I hadn't run since April 2014. What was my decision?  Did I run the bridge? Did I turn around or find another route?   

My Bridge Moment:

As I came to the bridge, I began to talk to myself about pushing forward.  “You can do this, it’s not that bad (lying to yourself helps), you’re strong (true) and you are almost over (lie)”. Just kidding never lie, but jokes go a long way.  Self- encouragement is definitely a power pack. When I made it to the top, I felt so good. It was downhill full speed ahead. It felt so good; I ran a mile further and forgot I had to go back. “The Bridge”.

The bridge symbolizes the issues of life that happen and will happen until the day we fly away. A bridge can be anything in our lives that disrupts our steady flow; an argument, unforgiveness, unpaid bills, being laid off, illness, death, lost love, etc. I have found that there aren't many ways to get around our bridge moments. We can do our best to avoid them by ignoring or anesthetize the pain of the disruption. In the end we just have to go over the bridge.  On  my way back over the bridge, as I ran to the top, a bystander asked me “Having a good run”? Did she see pain on my face or my determination?  My answer is……..

Can life still be good at the same time something bad is happening?  Yes, life is still good.  Each of us has to find the strength to encourage ourselves.  We have to understand there is a purpose to everything.  Yes, even the bad. It might not feel good but we are building strength. What we go through can encourage others.  Could it be that your bridge experience closes the gap on an issue, injustice or an epidemic? If you can make it, so can I.  When I think about life’s frustrations, I remember the words of a Rev Paul Jones song “All of my good days outweigh my bad days, I won’t complain”.