After this blog post, Mercies Per Mile will be put to rest. I will still be rambling on the Internet – you can find me at
Here’s my eulogy for Mercies Per Mile.
The thought came to me during a run, and I was so excited about it. Mercies Per Mile… how perfect of a name for a running a blog that’s also about faith.
And so I wrote and wrote and wrote on this blog, pouring my heart out during all the idle time I had while my husband was away on some military endeavor. Through marathon training. Through just running. Through infertility. Through cross country moves.
It’s time, though, to move on to new things. I was just remarking to my husband how the whole of America is emotionally constipated. How Americans don’t want anything to die. They don’t want to bury anything or even see it changed. Americans so desperately don’t want things to die that they send their animals to the taxidermist and their loved ones to the embalmer.
But maybe in my rant I was talking about me.
So I’m moving on, letting this die, making way for something new. It’s scarier than it was before. I know more about people and the world and change.
I will leave you with an excerpt of a poem that is dear to me.
“The time has come," the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax— Of cabbages—and kings— And why the sea is boiling hot— And whether pigs have wings.”
The time has come. The time has come, indeed.