The thick Carolina air presses on my lungs like I’m caught in a stranglehold.  Running along this wooded path, I wonder if I have what it takes to do what God has called me to do.  I try to conjure up some Bible verses about courage, but I come up empty. Lavender thistle blossoms bow and rise in unison, and yet there is no breeze.  They must be praising their Maker. I join them, and the heaviness in my chest seems to lift. Perhaps it wasn’t the Carolina heat strangling me after all. I’ve been wrestling hard this weekend. I’ve wrestled with the realization that I am different than the…