Good morning, my wonderful friends. Stan here, reporting for service... Oh my goodness! With praise and gladness, I greet this new day. Its a very special day. My mind gushes like a volcanic eruption. In three hours, The Run for The Children begins at the Stop Light in Munfordville. This event, the idea generation, and the subsequent actions is what once upon a time we would call a happening. I do my training runs while Mom has been sleeping and friends or Mary or Harold is home with Mom. People pass me, roll down the car windows, holler, Stanley, Jr. or want me to stop a second and shake hands. This morning, I take thousands of faces with me on this little adventure. Faces from all over the world who have touched my heart in special ways and each being a special gift from God. This morning, all my friends who read my morning musings are with me each step of this initiative. It was too funny, last evening, special friends were here at Moms house, and she came in and said, You will have to leave now because Stanley, Jr. has to get a good nights sleep so he can run 10 miles in the morning. We are bringing her to the starting line to take one step with me. We have pictures of her at the finish when I ran across the USA and another picture when I ran across Kentucky. I am so blessed. I said to her a few minutes ago, Mom, you look pretty. She said, I feel pretty. Guess what, You, my wonderful friends, You look pretty. To each of you, I send a Holy Hug, and with sweet tears of joy...I am so thankful for your lives. Every word, every smile, every greeting, has been registered in my heart and my cup runneth over with exceeding gladness. God is allowing me another opportunity to run and play...We are doing this...together. We all share in this victory, equally, and equally alike...nothing is unimportant nor insignificant. nor forgotten in Gods Kingdom. Can you hear me? Am I speaking loud enough?
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 10:16:10 +0000