For
months I have carried mail to the Post Office in a blue canvas bag that Martha
picked up at a thrift store in Dillard,
Georgia. This Tuesday morning – as I prepared to run
6.2 miles, down Cullasaja Drive, back up Foreman, legs still a little sore from
a 10-mile hike up Mt. LeConte on Sunday, but feeling as if I needed to push
just a little bit more as my recovery continues – these words jumped out at me,
printed on the side of the bag. It was like
hearing the Presbyterian chimes pealing out Now
Thank We All Our God right on cue at the end of a great run, and it perfectly
suited a cool, breezy morning on the second day of summer, the Strawberry Moon
shining full the night before.
“I
fairly sizzle
with
zeal
and
enthusiasm
and
spring forth
with
a mighty faith
to
do the things
that ought to be done
by
me.” – Charles Fillmore
After
climbing Mt. LeConte Sunday, Foreman Road did not seem very steep at
all. And the soreness in my legs from
Sunday faded quickly away.
And so I
sizzled with zeal as I descended and ascended hill after hill, giving
thanks this morning for living in Highlands.
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