I'm Nashville-bound today. It's gonna be an eventful week with some incredible friends.

On Saturday I'll be conquering a half-marathon.

(Please Note: By conquering I mean walking.)

(Please Also Note: Remember my commitment to risk more this year? Yeah, this is that health risk I told you about!)

I only have two goals for the Half ---

1. Cross the finish line. 2. Have fun along the way.

By Saturday night, I will most likely be aching in places I didn't know could ache.

But I have a feeling the sense of accomplishment will be worth it. I'm hoping so anyway.

It's a risk I have to take.

I'm banking on the boost of strength and encouragement that will come as I cross the finish line. I need it because of the main purpose of my visit to Nashville.

It's the start of an 8-week fundraising trip for Thrive Africa.

(You should seriously see me trying to figure out how to pack for eight weeks! Oi vey.)

There is a lot going on in my heart in regards to this trip. A lot. There's a veritable tsunami of emotions, hopes, fears, and vulnerabilities crashing around inside me.

So it's just as well that I have 13.1 miles to talk to Jesus about it all.

My heart needs the workout just as much as my body does.

Well, please excuse me while I go wrestle a few remaining items into my suitcase.

I'll see you in a few months, Atlanta!

If you're anywhere near Nashville, come say "hi!" on Thursday night.