Broken: thoughts on Boston

Everything seems so broken. I guess because it still is. There are broken people. There are broken families. There are broken hearts. Moving on seems insensitive: How can I write about running when there are people who will struggle to walk again? How can I write about racing when there are people for whom racing has forever been tarnished? How can I write about my own happiness when there is so much grief?

How do you reconcile the joy of life with the pain? At times it seems impossible.

Which is why I BELIEVE.

I BELIEVE LOVE WINS.

I believe GOD IS LOVE.

In my life there will be more grief, there will be more pain the extent of which I do not yet know. But in the face of it all, both now and years to come I want to choose love. Love wins when we choose it. It is not a passive admission--a statement of belief without action--no, love in action...that's what wins.

There will be brokenness. But there is healing. Love heals. God heals.

That is how I reconcile the joy of life with the pain.

--Sarah

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