My Life in a Bin

Helena Montana, 50 miles today. Interviewed for Beartooth NBC news about Venture Expeditions


"Grain must be ground to make bread;
    so one does not go on threshing it forever.
The wheels of a threshing cart may be rolled over it,
    but one does not use horses to grind grain."-Isaiah 28:28

Kid things as of late: Being tired. Fear of being tired. Mental complaints about miles ("It's not about the miles, it's about the smiles.") Wanting answers to questions while not being fully checked into the conversation to begin with. I blame the lack of praise and the increase in wanting on my exhaustion.


God wants us to ask though.


I wake up with reminders of inabilities to do each minute, each passing moment, on my own. I wake up distracted by exhaustion. As grace pours over me like milk and honey. I can't help but get choked up with a prayer from a host church or a smile when a teammate, family, becomes vulnerable in the midst of this journey.


I struggle with my selfish bones. They creek and grown while being ground and threshed daily for family whom I've never met. (It's about Hope and Justice.)


My life in a bin...
My life in a nutshell...
My life in a seed waiting to burst open with Gods plans as He continues to water and sew others into me, building upon this garden.
My life in a helmet...
My life on a bike...
Forward pedal stroke, pedal stroke. Jaw scraping pavement from things still very unknown to me.
My clips...
My feet...
This is my journey but not really...
Merely the will of Gods journey through me...


...Just Keep pedaling