Everything I need

People who know our family well know that we trend towards obsessive when it comes to food, natural products and even our health.

We believe that natural (please read that as made by God, not man) is always better. If we can find a natural solution, that is the one we are going to take. I am convinced that God put everything on this Earth that we would ever need to sustain ourselves; even medicine.

I have taken 2 Peter 1:3 slightly out of context to prove that point to myself and others when opposition arises, "His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life..."

I don't think it's too much of a stretch to make that connection; those are the connections that make the Bible the "living word" but the writer is definitely referring to spiritual gifts in this text.

As of late, this scripture is definitely revealing it's truth in regards to the people I know and the experiences I've had. 

As I am running this new race, I am realizing that I have some street cred because of the experiences I've walked lived through and that I know a lot of really amazing people; like really, really amazing people. I have some leverage to run a pretty adventurous race and it's been right in front of me.

Everything I need to do this thing (whatever it is) had been divinely placed. 

If it's true for me, then it is true for everyone.

"Therefore, my brothers and sisters, make every effort to confirm your calling and election. For if you do these things, you will never stumble, and you will receive a rich welcome into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ" (2 Peter 1:10-11)

Pieces of the Pie

I don't really care how supernatural your mom powers are, there just really are hardly enough hours in each day.

There is a lot going on in my world right now. I've just started this while blogging thing again, which may have actually cleared some brain space by shaking some of the words out. My husband and I are organizing an event for our church which is snowballing into something much bigger and we are sprinting to keep up with the thing. I'm the Community Outreach chair for the school, and we are in the middle of another drive. I'm in two organized group bible studies; doing one on the side. My biggest boy is about to register for kindergarten; my biggest girl just became a tween. My baby girl hates to read and yesterday my baby boy asked to sit on the potty (the answer is no) My husband's start-up business is keeping him busy, occasionally overseas, and he's training for a half-ironman. Oh yeah, and we just got a pet guinea pig yesterday.

There are just not enough hours in the day.

My friend Karen Stubbs has an incredible ministry called Birds on a Wire.

I am currently doing it for the second time.

It's that good. Her faith is big, her marriage is going strong, and her four kids have thrived.

That's all to set up the fact that she has some great perspectives on time management, and her process for separating the good from the great is the perfect place to sort through your to-dos.

+ Non-Negotiables

+Essentials

+Bonus

I am not a list person. 

I've tried, but then I spend the entire day looking for my misplaced list; very counterproductive for me.

But, even if you lose this list immediately, it is still worth making.

Some of my non-Negotiables are; my morning quiet time, down time with Josh in the evening (early bedtime for the kids), one-on-one time with the kids.

The Essentials: Clean eating, homework & carpool, going to church, participating in a community group, grocery shopping. They are things that I have to do, but they aren't first on the list.

Everything else is Bonus: exercise, (that one should go on essential, but right now it's bonus), my hobbies, home decor, leisure travel, PTA, kids extracurricular(feels non-negotiable at times, but truly has to stay down here)

It is so much easier to prioritize when you have this tool to categorize them.

This is such a liberating exercise. I highly recommend it.

Karen's study is available to purchase online and it is great to do on your own or with a circle of friends.

I just noticed that house-keeping didn't make the list at all. 

Hilarious and true.

Reasonable

I'm a little distracted by my schedule today, and yes I see the irony.

I just have a little thought to share.

I switch between translations a lot. The ESV is my usual study version.

This morning I read Philippians 4:5

 "Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand;"

I peeked at the NIV and reasonableness was replaced by gentleness. Other translations were: moderation, gentle spirit, graciousness.

I am probably not known for my gentleness or moderation.

I got a little nerdy with it and looked up the Greek word, and found epieikes.

Epieikes: 1. Seemingly, suitable 2. Equitable, fair, mild, gentle

(Thayers's via studylight.org)

Would I be widely recognized at suitable? Equitable? Fair? Mild?

I keep settling on reasonable. Am I perceived as a reasonable person?

Be capable of reason, Katie.

That's plenty to chew on for today.

Prayer Works

If you don't stop and look around you miss the miracles all around you.

My Weather Bug news on February 2nd:

My Weather Bug news for Febraury 25th:

"Again I say to you, if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.”

 (Matthew 18:19, 20 ESV)

And

"When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command the locust to devour the land, or send pestilence among my people, if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land. Now my eyes will be open and my ears attentive to the prayer that is made in this place". 

(2 Chronicles 7:13-15 ESV)

Prayer works and I think this one deserves a standing ovation.

Wow.

Distractions

I joke when I sometimes say that I have ADD. 

I really don't, but I could definitely be accused of "shiny object disease", or being like that dog in the movie "Up"; "Squirrel!"

I am partially to blame for my lack of focus. I live a life with too many tabs open at once and then I get frustrated when I freeze up or completely shut down.

I may be letting myself off the hook here a little bit, but isn't that a side effect of the culture that we live in?

The space inside my brain is whirling with instant google knowledge, and extracurricular schedules and story plots from Masterpiece Theater. Let's not forget that on top of all that, are all of my responsibilities and relationships and the running dialogue between me and God about what I am doing here.

I have days when I am genuinely disappointed that I wasn't born in an easier time. When your village was your world and you life revolved around basic needs and the people you were needy beside.

But I wasn't. 

I was specially placed in this age of technology, and for a time such as this.

Our basic needs are easily met. It is so easy to make for ourselves a painless existence, but by doing so we can miss everything.

"For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul?" (Mark 8:36)

The wealth of our world and the distractions in it are things that will steal our lives from us.

Our world can't take us away from God (Romans 8:38-39) but it can prevent us from having any crowns to cast at His feet( Revelation 4:10-11)

My friend the owl was back this morning after being gone since October. I don't believe in coincidences.

I have already gone off track far enough that I needed another physical reminder of the desolation in my very neighborhood. 

I have to start right outside my front door, and I am guessing that this blog isn't in their feed.

I believe that God is going to hold me accountable on this, but I will have his help all along the way.

"And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ" (Philippians 1:6)

Even if he has to enlist the service of an owl.

Metaphors

Literature has always been my thing.

Reading books is far and beyond anything elsewhere way that I would rather spend my time.

I see the world in little metaphors and allusions and I trace themes the way other people, chart progress and build systems.

Parables work for me. Stories and allusions bring far more clarity to a situation than facts and accuracy.

God uses metaphors to explain things to me and he serves them up wih a little side of exhortation too.

He uses my children as little metaphors all the time. 

My toddler refuses good healthy food and has an absolute fit until he gets hollow snacks, and God says, "don't you reject My good things and strive for the emptiness of this world?"

I try to skip ahead a week in my running plan and when I am limping the next day He say, "my timing is perfect. Stop running ahead"

I think even those who aren't into all of those literary elements are still moved by parallels. 

Don't all the stories we love, whether comic books, chick-lit Olympic athlete bios, all contain the same themes we see in the Bible?

The underdogs winning the big battles.

The ruined being redeemed.

The one who sacrifices himself to save the ones who rejected him?

Something in all of us knows these stories. They are bound up in our souls and sinew. They resonate because they bump into bone.

I think the whole world is trying to tell the same story. 

What are the metaphors in your life? 

The daily? The recurring?

Doorholder

This blog is still a bit of a mystery.

I don't have any particular goal in mind, no platform or idea to promote.

I just have words and I have experiences that are worth sharing.

Shelley Giglio spoke at the IF:Gathering and her words were another layer on the pressure to put my words into pixels.

At the Passion Conferences, they call all of their volunteers "Door Holders"

"Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere:
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked" (Psalm 84:10)

My paraphrasing won't do her words justice, but she said that people who have seen the Lord, what he has done and what he is still doing, are joyfully willing to hold back the door so that other can see what they have seen.

If I have a hope for what this blog could be, it would be a door for other people to see what I have seen.

I have seen works and wonders and, while this isn't the post that I'll share them, I will eventually.

God is still the same God that woke Samuel up calling his name in the middle of the night. (1Sam 3:10)

He is still the God that "chooses the weak to shame the strong"(1Cor.1:27b)

He is still the God "who is able to do far more abundantly than all we ask or think, according to the power at work within us" (Eph. 3:20)

I am happy to be a doorkeeper.

Today

Today got off to bad a start.

Middle of the night storms woke a child who in turn woke me. 

My quiet time was interrupted.

My to-do list is too long and yoga might have to get cut.

My breakfast dishes are still covering my table and counters.

The overflow of my heart is ugly this morning and I have little souls following me around watching and emulating me.

I have to choose joy and choose it now and the only way I know to do that is the hold my disgruntled thoughts up to the truth.

"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds", (James 1:2 ESV)

My complaints are so petty. They don't even classify as the trials on which I just  based my scripture search.

There are pictures of Macimillia and Doreen living in Uganda in my messy burdensome kitchen; they might be hungry today. Raising younger brothers and sisters keeps them from food and school sometimes. Their trials are unending.

A family in Missouri woke up this morning knowing that Evil took their beloved daughter down to a basement and she's not coming back up. Their trial will involve trials that make them relive this horror over and over. Heaven alone will end this suffering.

They need a Savior to save them from their circumstances, and I need One to save me from myself.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted."

 (Matthew 5:3, 4 ESV)

I am having a hard time finding the part where Jesus said, " blessed are those who lost their leisure time today" or "blessed are those who lost 30 minutes of sleep last night"

There is no blessing for being a brat.

There is no joy received for calling household chores "trials"

I know we were feeling sorry for me at the beginning of this post, but I was not in need of pity as much as forgiveness. 

I can turn this day around by  "taking every thought captive and making it obedient to God" and by "doing everything without bitterness and complaining."

Thank you for new mercies every day, every hour, every minute.

Save me from myself, Lord.

Heart Rate Recovery

I actually wrote this blog past last summer, but took it down because I'm weird and I do stuff like that.

It seems fitting now with the running analogy that won't stop and for the fact that I think I will always be in a season of training.

"Rather train yourself in godliness; for while bodily training is of some value, godliness is of value in every way, as it holds promise for the present life and also for the life to come"

(1Timothy 4:7-8)


Train: (v.)
to form by instruction, discipline or drill
to teach so as to make fit, qualified, or proficient
to make prepared (as by exercise) for a test of skill


None of these words seem out of place in my world right now. I am most definitely being prepared for something and so I guess I should expect drills to test my readiness and gauge my progress.

I just so happen to be undergoing a "drill" of sorts. I already know that my instant response or reaction to this particular skills test fell short of the godliness goal.

Still wrestling with this skin I'm in, I had a moment yesterday that made me agree with Paul when he wrote his friends in Rome saying, "For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but do the very thing I hate."

Some plans of mine, very big plans involving moving trucks and a new set of keys, fell through this week. Instead of accepting the redirection as a sovereign decision and trusting that is will all turn out for my good in the end, I pitched a downright fit.
I was cranky with my sweet kiddos and I spent all afternoon feeling pretty sorry for myself. 

My temper was running high all day.

I know better, and God and I talked it out eventually.

The good news is that my "eventually" was a little sooner this time, and improved recovery time is progress indeed.

I trained for a 5K once. ( a very slow 5K, but who cares)
One of the metrics I used to track my progress was my heart rate recovery time.
When you are not exercising you have a baseline heart rate, (mine is in the upper 80s--pretty good).
When you exercise your heart rate goes way up ( mine would go as high as the 170s-not so good), and then gradually slows and returns to baseline when you are done exercising.
As you train more and build more muscle; the time it takes your heart rate to return to baseline decreases. You start to bounce back and catch your breath faster.

That's exactly how my "godliness training" is working. When I am faced with a test of my skills or a drill,  my heartrate....bloodpressure....temper rises, but as I am growing and strengthening myself through these trials, my recovery time is getting shorter. I return peace and trust more quickly and I am able to still myself in the presence of God sooner.

I don't expect myself to keep my baseline heart rate all the time, or to stay in a constant state of peace. That is unattainable. I am knit together with flesh and bone and certain aspects of myself are always going to respond a certain way, but if I train constantly to keep myself from extreme spikes and to help me recover faster and faster, I will find myself at peace in God's presence more often.

That is awesome.

That I can do.


Still working on Godliness.

Still training.

Still awesome stuff.

She's 8-years-old.

Happy Birthday my sweet, Charlotte.

We are told to be Love and to be Light and I don't know anyone young or old who is doing those things better than you. 

I love you to pieces and I can't believe that you are eight years old.

Shine, little light.

"And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and discernment, so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God."

(Philippians 1:9-11)

Freedom

A friend posted this picture in Facebook the other day:

The caption underneath it asked, "are you a horse tied to a plastic chair?"

Don't you think we all are? 

I would wager that all of us are being held back by something that is easily moved.

Even more so, I think there are people completely untethered that have yet to take a single step away.

How wasted is freedom when the freed simply lies down?

Doesn't Liberty deserve a response?

The Freedom that required a gruesome death requires movement towards a Movement.

Can we squander our freedom with so many left in chains?

It's a touch heavy this Tuesday morning, but there's a burden that won't let me sleep. 

If we are a mass moving in freedom, couldn't we become a tidal wave that sets others free?

The Hard Way

I've taken a lot of Spritual gifts test; a productof a lifetime of youth groups, church camps, bible training, church staff, etc.

One of the recurring test results, Prophecy, I just glossed over because I can not predict the future and I have no desire to walk around naked or be fed by a raven, thank you very much. 

But last year, when I took another one, I saw something in the description that allowed me to embrace this part of myself for the first time.

In the description on the website, was this little phrase:

"- understand God's heart and mind through experiences He takes them through. "

If that doesn't explain why I have had to learn everything the hard way, I don't know what does.

I have to live through things to fully understand them.

Which is why it is no surprise that in this season of life, I feel compelled to actually physically run too. I am going to have to go at this race both literally and figuratively.

It makes total sense in this light and probably explains why I felt compelled to have a natural child birth to share in the suffering of Christ which is Elijah-weird, but we won't go there. (you're welcome)

Understanding your Spiritual Gifts is pretty important in light of the call to run the race set before us.

If you haven't taken one, check out the one at Kodachrome.org. It's the most comprehensive I've seen. 

Leave your results in the comments. I love knowing that sort of stuff. 

Knowledge is another gift; being in "the know" makes me happy.

Ring a bell?

 

 

Confession

Blogging makes me very uncomfortable.

I used to have a blog about my kids. Thepeterskids.com They are easy to put out there. They are adorable and hilarious, like every child ever. They were very easy to hide behind.

This blog is different.

This blog changes who I am because now I am the girl ( I suppose 35 years makes me a woman) that is talking about God and is getting dangerously close to preachy.

While I'm typing this, not many people have this blog address. I'm still hiding in plain sight. On purpose.

I'm sure that there will be a lot of people that have always known me as Katie Peters that fully expect me to blog about these things. 

I'm also sure that there are the people that know me only as Katie Adams that will be shocked sideways. That's the part that's hard, and the part that matters the least. 

I read this morning that the word we read as confess in the Bible is translated from the Greek word homologeo. It's a verb. 

It doesn't mean sitting in a closet telling someone "better than you" how "bad you are"

This is what that word means:

Thayer's Definition

1. to say the same thing as another, i.e. to agree with, assent
2. to concede
   1. not to refuse, to promise
   2. not to deny
      1. to confess
      2. declare
      3. to confess, i.e. to admit or declare one's self guilty of what one is accused of
3. to profess
   1. to declare openly, speak out freely
   2. to profess one's self the worshipper of one
4. to praise, celebrate

So that's where I start. 

I start by agreeing with the things God says about me. 

I start by not refusing to do the things prepared in advance for me to do.

I start by declaring openly.

It's a verb.

False Starts

In every personality test I have ever taken, and that list is long, I see some similar themes.

I like to get things moving, and I am not so great at waiting.

I am a "Motivator"

An "Activator"

A "P"

I would love to help you digest all of that right here because I love that stuff, but you'll just have to take my word for it that sometimes this girl forgets to look before she leaps.

As a result, I have had a lot of false starts.

I am always willing to go on an adventure, and I have signed up for many adventures that are not mine to pursue. 

I also have the charming ability to turn a blind eye to the warnings and signs that suggest that perhaps I have gotten ahead of myself.

Coupled with a will strong enough will to push myself through barricades and guardrails in attempt to chart my own course, I have found myself in many a place I shouldn't have gone.

Mercifully, I always been stopped.

A few of those times have been embarrassing. A few painful. A few have left others hanging and disappointed.

There is a lot of wasted energy in having to backtrack.

I am grateful to a God that will stop me when I check in with him. I know Him well enough to know that when I can't hear His voice anymore it means that I am not close enough to him.

He is loudest and clearest when I am right beside him.

I am happy to announce that I have learned to check my proximity to him before I look down a new road. In the "Shadow of the Most High" is a good place to be.

Turns out there is adventure waiting on even the most mundane of paths.

His voice is nearly deafening right now and we have picked up speed. (His pace is quickening everywhere, have you noticed?)

This boring old suburban street just got interesting.

The Running Thing

I am really perseverating on this running analogy; hilariously because I do not like running.

I loathe it if I'm being honest.

My husband is a runner, a very disciplined, goal-achieving, strong runner.

I hear about running a lot.

When I started talking about this "new race", the metaphor stuck fast and hard in our world.

It has become filter, "sure, that would be fun, but can you do that and run at the same time?.

Please forgive my overuse of the terminology, I fear it is here to stay.

In our discussions this week, Josh has said a few times that the first mile is always the hardest. 

I have many miles ahead of me.

My first step was attending the IF:Gathering alone. Once I was on the plane, it turned out to be a pretty easy step.

The next step was hitting publish on a blog post and leaving it live on the blog. 

Harder step for me. There is a major stronghold here.

The next step is hitting send on an email that is going to start a major ball rolling in my life. It is going to create a lot of work, it is going to consume a lot of my time and energy and it requires a bit of a leap of faith for my entire family. I fully expect this to hurt a little.

Josh tells me that once you push through that first mile, you find a rhythm and it gets easier; enjoyable even. (hmmmm)

This first mile is going to leave me sore, probably in places I didn't know could be sore. It is going to leave me out of breath and tired. It is going to require muscle that I have not needed to access before.

 I have no idea how far I will have to run before it gets comfortable, but I am determined to press through.

"Brother and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 3:13-14)

Wasteland

Last Fall an owl moved into my backyard. 

I know precisely which day she moved in. 

My favorite time of day is the dark morning right around 5:00 a.m. I love it.

It took me about six years of discipline to get me there, but now my morning quiet time is one of my greatest joys.

So, the night the owl arrived, I was aware of it before the sun rose. 

 It hooted and carried on through my quiet time; disrupted and distracted me from the truth I was trying to gain.

Her song was a little haunting and it changed the tone of my morning, I was spooked.

On the third morning, I got this email in my in box from Cindy Bayer, a woman I have not met in the flesh, but who has hosted my husband and other members of my family in her homes in Israel. Her stories are worth reading.

 Jerusalem Journal #177

The Arabs have a descriptive word for this enigmatic night creature whose mournful cry pierces the darkness and whose vision scopes out even the tiniest field mouse. They call it,um elcharab, “the mother of ruins,” since owls are known to inhabit waste places, desert areas.

The Hebrew word for desert or wilderness is midbar. I love it that the root of this word means “to speak.” Throughout the Bible, God has spoken to His people in the desert or during wilderness times in their life. It was in my own desert that His whispers spoke the loudest and helped me keep my feet on the rocky pathway.

My neighborhood is well-lit even in the dark morning by street-lights and the occasional headlights of an early morning workout. I am surrounded by perfectly manicured homes insulated by the excessive comforts for which the Western world strives.

But there is a desert just beneath the shiny surface. 

And in the desert of this land a tiny, owl-shaped voice calls out, "prepare the way for The Lord".

I live in a wasteland that doesn't look much like a wasteland and I need the reminder that I am supposed to be preparing the way.

Thank you, Lord.

Running

Running does not come naturally to me.

I don't like it.

Five years ago I decided that I wanted to be a runner or at least a person who is capable of running.

At the time I could not run a half mile. Very truly could not.

I had heard of people that just "start running" and never look back, so I tried that.

I failed and injured myself.

I went back to the belief that I was just not a runner. I almost completely gave up on the whole thing because I was choosing to believe a lie that I was incapable.

This weekend at IF:Gathering, this was spoken over us by Bianca Olthoff

So today we will give no place to fear or failure. We will not accept the trace of apathy in our attitude or actions. We will reject complacency and embrace the greatness in us. We will waste no opportunity to glorify God and maximize every opportunity entrusted to us.

We will run.

The race we are in isn’t against flesh and blood, but against a spiritual enemy who opposes us, so we will stand at the starting line and face my enemy with bold determination.

We will dismantle every argument and pretension that he present which contradicts what God has spoke. Our enemy fights against us because he fears us and every time he reminds us of our past, we will remind him of his future. Every time we speak the truth, every stronghold must surrender.

We will run.

So we—as passionate and committed runners—we will make no excuses but through every obstacle, we will find a way.

We will not procrastinate our progress.
We will not defer our destiny.
We will not waver when we are weak.
Then enemy has come to kill, steal, and destroy in my life, and even if we lose the sprint we WILL win the marathon because we are more than conquers in Him who loves us.

So me—personally—I will reject the lies that echo in my mind telling me I don’t have what it takes, that I cannot survive this trial, that my best is behind me, or that humiliation awaits me. The Devil is a LIAR and my God always causes me to triumph through Jesus Christ my Lord.

I will run.

Unashamed to represent a kingdom that is unshakable, no one will be able to stand against God’s plan for us all the days of our lives. With our God we will run every race, we will persevere and not give up.

Though our enemy surrounds us, our God surround our enemies.
Though they may come at us ONE way, they will flee SEVEN ways because no weapon formed against us will prosper and every evil thing that rises against us, we will condemn.

We will run.

Can we please determine to build our life on the solid foundation of God’s perfect word?! By faith we will activate every promise he has made and we will aim these promises as weapons of mass destruction, obliterating every opponent. The weapon God has given us has divine power. We defy and defeat sin because of the finished work of Christ our Savior.

We are whole-heartedly devoted to the purpose and calling God made for us and we have no intention of letting the world define us because we know who we are:
Humble fighters, dedicated runners, and strong and mighty servants of the living God.

In Christ we are courageous.
In Christ we are confident.
Our heart is steadfast.
Our purpose is immovable.
We are always abounding in the work of the Lord.
And our potential is unlimited because the limitless God lives within us.

We will run.

The cross before us, the world is behind us.
We’ll never turn back.
We’ll never give up.
We’ll never settle.
We’ll never stop short.
We will press towards the mark for the prize that is already ours.

For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, neither height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation shall be able to separate us from our God.

And if our God is for us, who in HELL can be against us?

We will run.

How's that for a little motivation?

We can choose to believe that the God that has made us will sustain us in this race. 

We can do this.

Let's run.

A New Thing

A new thing is happening. 

It's a big thing and thousands of women went to bed last night reeling with the knowledge of what they have seen and wondering what they are going to do with with it.

"It" being this baton that has been passed.

"It" being the question that was laid out before us nearly a year ago. 

A question that dragged us out of numb contentment and up out of mire and away from the good works we are already doing and placed us all in a dark room in Austin.

"If God is real, then what?"

If HE is real, 

then what HE says is true 

and who HE says we are is true

and what HE says we are capable of is true

and then the Glory that is coming is actually on it's way 

and hurtling towards us. 

So now what?

In my little patch of earth, the other women like me are rolling out of bed and stumbling towards their K-cups, and smart phones and in a hour or so are going to be out in this world; repeating a chevron-patterned, Pinterest mantra: Keep Calm and Carry On. 

Here's the thing:

I think it just might be time to Freak out and Grab the Baton.

Because 

all of those things about my God 

and all of those things about me 

and all of those things about all of the humans on this earth 

are true

and we only have this undefined amount of time we were given. 

It's time to run.