I have been inspired by how God has been working in all of these hours in the days while we have been crossing pavement seas that rage, bump and whip at our team. Time has caused our heads to go astray at times and our hearts to be deceived. But oh how He brings our attention back and breaks us instantly.
It began early on with Brittany. She gained severe numbness and pain in her right arm. And then it moved in through Katie on the 4th of July when she fell and broke her elbow cruising into the half way point of Minneapolis. There was realness in these things but not sure of reaction.
God continued to rock us hard with the further understandings of our own egos. And broke us in half as we saw Jeff's dreams broken like his collar bone.
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struggle:
Noun
A forceful or violent effort to get free of restraint or resist attack.
verb. fight - wrestle - strive - combat - contend - battle
truth:
Synonyms
sooth - verity - reality - fact - veracity - fidelity
Growth:
The process of developing or maturing physically, mentally, or spiritually.
Synonyms
development - increase - increment - accretion - rise
Blinks of eyes. Moving on to the next thing and then I'm thrown to the ground again in this raging sea of pavement. Arm torn up and frazzled yet grateful for an opportunity to be blessed with yet another ministry tool. A scar where there are hopes to rip open others heart scars.
I was riding behind Sara. We had been alert all morning getting out of Philly to make our way onto the 11th state of tour, New Jersey . We made it there. And with in 2 miles of being back on the road in jersey after a break, we were on a highway. There was an on ramp on our right and 2 lanes on our left. A very fast car and my lack of trust in Sara that she saw the fast car. She had already slowed down and by the time I turned my head back to tell her fast car back, our wheels collided and I went in for the dive. 22miles per hour. Skid marks and a phone went flying.
I felt God in it. I felt Him brace my body for impact and felt Him hoist me up right quickly, sharp and aware. With blood on my handle bars and a ripped hippo that took the blunt of the situation, I cleaned myself up and got bandaged.
Moving forward. We spent the next day resting and eating on boats. Blessed in good company we are beginning to look like people from where God currently has us again. But yet we all look somewhat a like even without the spandex.
We are shuttling to the bridge and then we are unloading and riding across the destination we have said we would be arriving to at the end. Knowing where we had departed from but finding it unreal to say New York City.
It will hit us harder, I feel, when the waves crash upon us. Salt on skin and staring at each other waist deep in the vastness of His presence.
God has done it, again.
What will He do next?
-Keep Adventuring
