The day of the run, I reminded my wife and those around me that I would be running for only 1 mile and walking the remainder. For more than 4 years, my knees have simply locked up after running a mile--they become so painful that I have to walk and then can't climb stairs without supporting myself with my arms for several days. I can sprint all day without an issue but for some reason, continual running for a mile is enough to cause significant pain. I have been through physical therapy, exercised and stretched many ways, and nothing has seemed to work. So, I generally work out on an elliptical machine instead of running. Yet while I knew my body wouldn't allow it, I still prayed that the Lord would help me go just as far as possible.
As I started running, I stayed with my youngest living son for a few moments, and then with my next youngest son for a few minutes longer. After that I moved ahead and picked up speed as I felt pushed forward by the cause and driven by the support of so many runners and volunteers all around me. Near the 1 mile point, I felt my knees begin to lock up and all I could do was fight back the pain as I prayed more fervently for the Lord to allow me to "run and not be weary." I know the Lord often allows our physical bodies to take their natural course and then sustains us by helping us learn and grow from the pain, but this day, He granted me a different blessing--a true miracle. In the moment when my knees should have locked up, I felt overcome with a wave of peace and love and at that second the pain was absolutely gone. For the first time in four years, I not only ran to the end of the race, I was able to pick up speed and really push myself through the finish, as if carried on the wings of angels and wrapped in the arms of the Lord.
When I rounded the finish line and considered what had just occurred, I heard the race coordinator (Jesse) announce that we had been directed to take a wrong turn and had only run 2.25 rather than 3.1 miles. I considered running a few more laps around the finish-line track to make up the difference and when I started, I found that my knees would simply not allow it. I marveled how the Lord answered my prayer by giving me strength and shortening the race so I could run for Jordan.
I am grateful that God loves me enough to care about the simple things and to grant me miracles from day to day. What a wonderful life this is.