All too often I forget to give credit where credit is due. On Sunday of Memorial Day weekend I was able to set a personal record running. Other people who have been running their whole life or are decades younger, beat my time and distance routinely and with ease. That’s not the point. It’s a personal record. For some reason Sunday mornings lend themselves to reaching new heights. Perhaps it’s from being rested. Perhaps it’s from some perceived spiritual/in touch with nature thing. Sometimes where you came from, boosts the impressiveness of where you are now.

For someone who was a dedicated athlete as a youngster and carried a healthy lifestyle as an adult, they would tend to reach an 8, 9 or 10 on a ten scale of athletic achievement. Someone who took an unhealthy lifestyle for 30 years in contrast may only reach say a level of 5, but it would be just as satisfying a sense of accomplishment. The important thing is to appreciate whatever ability you have and where it came from.

Much like the parable in the bible about those who have the most to be forgiven for, are often the most grateful for being forgiven. We know that if God hadn’t given us the power to change, we never would have had any accomplishment at all, modest as it is. Life is all about traveling down the road until you come to a fork, and choosing the right path. Having spent the better half of a life choosing the wrong fork, it is much more satisfying in the last half to finally be choosing correctly. With a little help.