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The Good Samaritan – Part I

As I pull into the dirt parking lot at Chatfield, I feel a tingle rise up the back of my neck and then I physically shiver – it’s that whole-body kind of shiver and it’s not from the brisk early … Continue reading

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I Believe. Please Help My Unbelief

The sun is slowly welcoming me with its orange glow illuminating the silhouette of an old clipper ship.   The splendor of these glorious moments is not lost on me.  I still find it all so awe-inspiring.  On this March morning, … Continue reading

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Just Leave the Ring on the Rail

Seven years ago today I bolted from the Douglas County Courthouse thinking, ‘How could a 21-year relationship end in a matter of five minutes?’ Just five minutes.  That’s all it took for the judge to dissolve something that required a … Continue reading

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To Be Known, Loved, and Wanted As I Really Am

Maybe it’s because I’m running on a cold early-September morning, but my legs feel like lead weights completely incapable of propelling the rest of my body forward.  I’m trying to get into a rhythm when it occurs to me that … Continue reading

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This Mess

The howling wind through my open window found its way into my dreams this morning.  I awoke with the harsh realization that what I thought were crashing waves on a Tahitian beach was merely an obnoxious vortex of fast moving … Continue reading

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Does Suffering Set You Free?

Lately, when I leave the house for my run, a wave of guilt washes over me.  For me, running is a reminder of my freedom – both physically and mentally.  Today, I am fortunate.  Today I can run because I … Continue reading

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Running from the Ruin

I act like I’m intently setting my running watch, but I’m actually looking over at my neighbor’s house.  It’s the sad house.  That’s what Keegan calls it and I understand why.  Its windows are dark and lifeless, while the front … Continue reading

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