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My response to correction

I've never been a fan of running. Part of me still wonders how anyone can run for fun, but I think there are a lot of life lessons that can be extracted in parallel to this dreadful discipline.

This past weekend I ran the Aruna 5K to raise money for an organization fighting to end sex slavery in India. The run was not easy, but I had a moment during the 3.1 mile journey that I will not forget. 

While running with my group, one of the sisters in my group pointed out that I wasn't running properly.
What do you MEAN I'm not running properly?
Do YOU even know how to run?
Who are YOU to tell ME about running?
At the first sign of correction, I cringed, walled up, and shut down. But part of me wanted to know, so I asked. 

She proceeded to tell me that I was running with too much pressure on my feet, when I should be distributing my weight through my arms. I was skeptical at first, but when I gave it a shot I realized--she was right.

Here I am, running with the false pretense that.. I know how to run, just because I've done it a couple times before. Someone comes to suggest a better way, and I don't even want to hear it. Sadly, I think this is very representative of how I typically take feedback, in many areas of my life. 
"Whoever disregards discipline comes to poverty and shame, but whoever heeds correction is honored." - Proverbs 13:18
God, give me a teachable spirit.

Thankful for spiritual sisters who aren't afraid to rebuke me in love

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