After my third pregnancy—and despite a lifetime of avoiding every form of athletics—I decided to take up running. In those middling years of my 30s, I found myself wading through a deep identity crisis, unsure of my purpose and place, apart from the quotidian tasks of laundry and diaper changes. I spent my days in the weeds of raising small children and often found myself at night sitting in the tub with the water flowing full force, in an effort to drown out my crying.
My relationship with prayer had grown increasingly difficult—it was a time of silence and waiting and wilderness…
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