I have been feeling the heat of a Texas summer lately. I have not been able to really run like I have wanted to just because of my schedule and the 100+ degrees that comes to this lovely city. I have been feeling down about my lack of enthusiasm of it. Today, I received my daily bible verse via email. I could not believe what it said. It comes from Hebrews 12:1. It says " Since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us."

BAMM!!!! there was GOD, looking at me straight in the eye, saying...Miranda, you can do it. Just run...shake off the heat, and the sense of doubt. You CAN do it!

What an inspiration for me to get up, put my shoes on, and to run my 45 minutes, praising God every minute of the race.

Ugly

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I went to see The Dark Night on Thursday/Friday morning. It was INCREDIBLE! I was glad for the invite and had good company to enjoy the movie with. Friday afternoon, I went to my best friends hair salon and got my hair done. Although some do not understand this once-every-six-weeks ritual, it acts as not only a important tool for keeping up with the Jones', it also provides the social interaction that girls thrive on. Just as the boys have sports bars and golf courses, girls have nail and hair salons to soothe our broken hearts, rejoice in significant moments, and to make ourselves feel better on an "ugly" day. Girls, you know what the "ugly" day is... the moment you get up and try on a half of dozen shirts, and not a one fits... you find out that the guy you liked is dating your friend... or the day that you don't feel good, but don't feel bad either.
This weekend was an ugly weekend. Nothing specifically happened. I had a great dinner Friday night with my best friend and her boyfriend and a very uneventful Saturday. For some reason, I just felt out of balance, not confident, and feeling like I was walking around not knowing where I was or why I was there. It is a weird feeling... not knowing why you are somewhere. I had a weird sensation in my stomach and body all weekend... and I felt like I needed to rent a sappy movie and cry. It was the oddest sensation.
I got up this morning and went to church...which helped some. Later this evening, I saw Mamma Mia (lovely!!) and then ran 3 miles. although my ugly weekend has not ended... I am feeling less and less "ugly". I do not know that cause of this feeling, and hope that it will pass soon.
My new roommate arrived on Monday afternoon. She is someone who has been a great source of strength through my Bappaw's illness and has now decided to do something for herself. My granny is here to stay with us while recovering form her knee surgery. As much as I loved the thought of her being here, I liked the thought more than the actual event. I have rearranged my room, put another bed in to it, and put my clothes in plastic bins for the 2 months she is here. I love this woman, but AUGHHHHH!!!
One, I have never had to share my room, with anyone... Two, she stayed up last night until 2am talking...with me pitching in a few uh huh's and yeahs every once in a while.
As I sit and write this I can only think of how incredibly horrible I am and that I should be greatful for the time I have with her...what doesn't break us only makes us stronger right? The fantasy picture I had painted in my mind of my granny has been shattered. I have heard her anger, seen her pain and watched as she tried hard to be strong while taking 5 minutes to walk down the hallway in my house...which is only 6 feet long. As she talked last night about various events going on in our family at this time, I felt her anger, and how she measures the success of our family as her self-worth and contribution to the world. She came from the days of throwing NOTHING away, buying things out of necessity, not want...and forget about going to school. Your duty was at home, tending to the siblings, preparing for the glorious day that you were allowed to start your own family. My granny and Bappaw came from not so good lives, but never showed those qualities to us grandkids. I have great respect and love towards my granny. If it wasnt for her, I would not know how to fix a tear in a shirt or sew (a little). She has been dealing with a lot these past 2 years and is just now beginning to process what all has happened. However, I am praying for understanding and for peace as I go through the next two months...when my room becomes mine again.

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