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That One Time I Ran for Her Life

Remember the blog Julianna wrote a couple weeks ago: The Girl Who Doesn’t Run is Running for Her Life?

Well, here is the follow up– after the race. And we are excited to report that with Julianna and the other runners– the final count of money raised for restoration was almost $7000.00!

Thanks for running team. Let’s do it again soon!

–Crystal

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Running a 5k didn’t change me. It moved me. Forward. Literally.

Friday night, Baby Girl Mo decided sleep wasn’t that important and so we pulled a close-to-all-nighter. That was fun.

At 5:40AM, my melodic alarm started singing to me and I wish I could say I popped out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to run on behalf of girls I love and hold dearly.

But rather, I cursed it’s robotic nature and hit the snooze button. Nine more minutes. I just need nine more minutes, because nine more minutes will definitely solve exhaustion.

Nine minutes later, I whipped off the covers, sat up as fast as I could, waiting for the rush of excitement, anxiousness, anything to get me moving.

And then I actually looked at my alarm. I’d forgotten I titled that morning’s alarm She’s been up all night. You run for her.

That moved me.

With each piece of clothing I pulled on, I prayed over the homes of My Refuge House. For each girl who finds safety and love and freedom in their four walls, though I don’t know their names.

With each strand of hair I braided, I thought about the millions still trapped in the sex trade, this disgusting business that somehow thrives in this world.

With each shoe lace I weaved into their sturdy double knots, I wept knowing the She I was running for told my friend Crystal only weeks before, I never knew this kind of love existed. And she wasn’t talking about romantic, fuzzy, over the top love. She was talking about the kind of love that hugs, clothes, feeds, and laughs with a child.

Basic yet powerful love.

That’s why I’m running, I coached myself. But by that point, I didn’t need anymore coaching. I was ready to run across the world for her.

Maegan and I crossed the finish line together (at 34:16!), and our team raised over $5,000! Thank you so much for your comments and notes and messages of encouragement! And thank you to those who donated! Especially my Becoming Girls. You are the future and you’re making it look goooood.

Special thanks to Maegan, Andrew, Lindsey (and friends), my mother and little sister for coming out and running with me!
Thanks to Crystal for having an infectious heart for your girls and letting me be a small part of your world. I got the bug 🙂
Thanks to Christina and Joanna for cheering me on and bringing me donuts! Real friends bring their friends maple bars after a morning run 😉 #psyourenotoffthehookforgettingpregnantanddroppingoutoftherace
And thanks to Tyson, for making fun of me along the way and watching Baby Girl Mo when I needed drag my booty outside to run. I’m so glad I get to do life with you.

Julianna Morlet is a blogging, worship leading, wife and mother trying to find her way
in the big city of Los Angeles. Her passion for the “
next generation” fuels every area of her life and ministry. Together, Julianna and her husband, lead worship across the states and bring with them, the good news (thru music and teaching) of freedom that is found only in Jesus. You can read more about her life, love and ministries at juliannamorlet.com