My Weakness = His Strength

I've become THAT girl. The annoying one who posts her runs on Facebook. The one who sets her alarm for no other reason than to get an early morning run in. That girl who fist bumps to the music blaring out of her headphones as she runs down an old country road. Yup, that girl. The runner. And the amazing thing is that it's by none of my own strength. I literally have to beg God before every run to fill me with His strength and His determination and His power. Because left to my own devices, I would still be asleep, grumpy, and still stuck in a helpless cycle of self loathing. On my own there is no self control, no strength, not even an ounce of desire to get up in the mornings and run. Not at all. But where I am weak, HE IS STRONG!