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Trust.  What a big word that is.  Only five letters,  but such a big word.  This week, I was able to spend some time with my new peeps and get to know them a bit.  I was also able to spend a big chunk of time reflecting on life, my current employment status, and my relationship with God.  I was able to take a run each day, and pictured here is a photo of a path I took during a couple days of running.  I felt like God reminded me that 'this is the path I have for you'.  It has been several years of transition moving from MI to NYC, and the path has always been interesting.  Communitasnyc has been a tremendous piece of this journey, and I pondered that as I ran along this path.  If it weren't for joining the communitas journey, I would not be where I am today in my trust with God.  Each layer of the onion I peel in my trust, He reveals to me just what He is able to do in my life.  I don't get rewarded with the lottery (although I still have hopes and dreams that are tr

It is a challenge to do a job that is not particularly enjoyable.  Don't get me wrong, I am enjoying the interaction with many, and hope that somehow I can make a difference.  But knowing just how good something could be, and seeing that others are not willing to a) work to that end, b) admit that things are not as could as they could be, and c) allowing mediocrity is perhaps the most bothersome to me.  I have resigned myself to not owning all of that.  I can only do what I can do - my role is not one where I might be allowed to own that mediocrity - nor am I in a position to change that condition.  Did I mention that is a challenge?  Personally, I am struggling.  The moments I am engaged with people one on one - it is good.  But the moments I am exposed to the sheer madness of the rest = Suckville.  I wish I was the mayor of Suckville, because then maybe I could do something about it.  But for now, I will commit to engaging with people one on one, and simply do what I can.  Have

Well, after much time in the gym, and specific tasks, I am once again running.  Yesterday, 6.61 miles in Prospect Park felt absolutely wonderful.  A big part of the running that I do is spent in prayer.  Praying for others, praying for my family, praying that God open my eyes to what I need to see, hear, know.  This has become sacred time for me - something I desperately need.  And without running, I have missed the intimate time with God - walking and praying just doesn't seem to fit the need I have - it works, just doesn't seem the same experience.  As I ran yesterday, I prayed for my now teenage daughter (yes, it is true, I am officially now old).  She is becoming such a beautiful young woman.  By that I don't mean cute, although she certainly is pretty.  I mean inside - her character.  God shows me her beauty in ways I only hoped she might develop, and it is good.  Thanks much to Superstar and the specific work she does to pour into the girls' lives. But as I ran,