Circular Motion

Pedaling is always easier while doing it than anticipation of getting ready to do it. I found that the more I knew about the day to come the more defeated I would sometimes feel. We are so hard on ourselves sometimes. (I don't know if people would agree with me putting myself into a category of "ourselves" but I'm going to do it anyway because I know at times I am not alone in this.) planting ideas in our own heads of what we feel we can and can't do. At times deeply believing that perhaps God made a mistake in how He made us...

But we are unlike anything we've ever seen. Even if we are in our own skin.

I am torn for words to define the way I felt about this summer when miles were announced and the digits consisted of three numbers, the first number always the number one. But once we began to ride my attitude either stayed positive of grew more fond of the idea of spending the day on a saddle. Pedal strokes, handle bars. A climb or down hill yell. Conversation or gazes of His creation surrounding us. ninety-three miles in and coming to that huge hill, rising off the saddle like the Lord had called my name personally (He did) to move forward for widows in India. Or to become overwhelmed with joy at the thought of what is being done for so many who are being saved and who begin to serve while soaring down that huge descent right outside of White Sulfur Springs, Montana.

Distance doesn't intimidate me... I intimidate myself.

Let it be broken.