Normalcy

I am stretching. I can feel the pain yet relief of what the stretch of the Lord brings into my view and perspective of where this life is leading me. Of where He continues to move me towards. Who are we and what are we meant for? And how often do we second guess ourselves because of what culture insists we become?

How many times have I thought, "when should I start looking at better PAYING jobs and go in that (what seems) boring path of predictability"? 

How many times have I been told that what I am doing is bazaar, thoughtless, crazy, selfish, pointless, unimportant, and off direction from what normalcy is? How many times can I be told that it is time to grow up?

How many times can I be asked why I ride my bike up huge hills and torture my body in such ways for people and places I've never even seen? Why do people who have known me for what seems like so long honestly ask me as if they don't know me at all, "what do you do when you get to hills? Why would you ever do something like that"?...Really?

...Really?

Have I miss represented myself in a way that everyone is confused and perhaps thinks I am a fraud? or maybe it is because we are all blinded in one way or another by various things in our own lives that steals focus from what is true, pure and honest. Perhaps another angel would be more suitable. Perhaps this is Humility.

I am not in it for "fame" I am not in it for bragging rights or seeing if I can really do it. It's not about me. But a perk is that it brings me joy to suffer for those who don't have freedom to have a voice. To dream openly and allow themselves to fully surrender to a true God. My God. That what my legs have been shaped into by God Himself can help bring someone near and far learn His sons name and bring them one step closer to the growing Kingdom.

Praise the Lord oh my soul.

My Dad once said that he was rather let down that I didn't seem very passionate about what I've been doing and who I've been doing these things for... Clearly he was being sarcastic.