Today I got back on the treadmill with the weight assist again—and this time I set a goal and actually reached it. I walked faster, stayed on for the full 30 minutes, and even though it was only a 1.8 pace, it felt like a big win. These are truly baby steps in learning to walk confidently again, but every little bit feels like a victory.
I’m trying hard to be thankful for every step, but I won’t lie… I miss my fast pace. Just last year during my first year at the high school teaching, some of the students told my kids that their friends called me “the short one who walks fast.” I embraced that title proudly. And I’m ready to earn it back.
But for now, I’m learning to appreciate the slower pace. Healing has a way of humbling you, slowing you down so you don’t miss what God is trying to show you. These walks—slow as they may be—remind me that progress is still progress, even if it feels small. God delights in our perseverance.
Scripture reminds me of this truth:
“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.”
Zechariah 4:10
“And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”
Hebrews 12:1
And here is my prayer today:
Lord, thank You for every step—slow, wobbly, and imperfect. Help me to see progress the way You see it, with joy and gratitude. Strengthen my body, steady my footsteps, and renew my confidence. Remind me that victory is found not in speed, but in faithfulness. And when the day comes that I walk fast again, let it be a testimony to Your healing power. Amen.
Here’s to more baby steps… and someday soon reclaiming my “short one who walks fast” title.

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