Sunday morning.

I sleep at 10 on a Saturday night. 

Now why?

Because a group of us have dedicated Sunday mornings (6 a.m) for runs.

It's not your average run. 

It's full out run-till-you-collapse-because-its-training-for -world war z kind of running.

Despite being ridiculously early for a Sunday,

One of the greatest things about that Sunday run is the morning sky.

In between huffs and puffs, you see a sky painted with every shade of blue and orange.

A total beauty...

Anyways,

You know what else is beautiful?

*drum roll*

WE ARE!

We are all fearfully and wonderfully made. 

Did I mention FEARFULLY?

FEARFULLY.