Training for a Marathon, Hoping for a Sprint

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Finally back home after leaving yesterday morning for a baseball game an hour away. I was only a half an hour from my parents' home, so I made arrangements to meet them for lunch. However, my mom called me about an hour before they were supposed to be there to tell me she was taking my dad to the hospital because he wasn't feeling well. Dad, like a lot of men, hates to go to the doctor. So, I knew if he was willing it must be bad. The motorcycle ride to the hospital was filled with anxiety and fear, as I really didn't know the extent of the problems. Ended up being a false alarm, but since they kept him overnight I stayed with my mom.

I know I am looking at things from a selfish perspective right now, but my argument with God as I rode to the hospital wasn't pretty. My main question was, "How much more can I take?" If it had ended up being worse, I think I would have had the answer to that question. I know he promises us he will never give us more than we can handle, but right now he is pushing it. Pushing it real hard.

I woke up this morning very melancholy and weepy and was really struggling to get started in my day. I pray in the shower a lot and this morning while I was praying a thought came to my mind that instantly calmed me and brightened my day. God's response to my prayer was "You may be by yourself, but you are never alone."

Rest of the day went like this so far. Dad got released from the hospital with no concerns for his health, I made it to church on time, and I got to have lunch with my son and a friend of his. Now I am going to try to catch up on what I intended to do yesterday before hitting the road on my bicycle to get some exercise.