The Death of a Vision
The number of miles I have ridden in the past year. 2,500 - the plan over the next six months and 3,200 for the month of July. Now I will be riding none. Is this the death of a vision?
I was feeling great actually. If you asked me at the end of last year, I would have said this is the best I have felt my whole life. I felt strong, my heart was strong...maybe too strong. My heart was getting muscular and too thick. Now I find myself in the midst of uncertainty.
I know that God is in control and he is not surprised by any news. He made my heart long before I was even a thought.
I know that human trafficking is horrific and detestable and continues in our messed up world. I know that I still want to do something about this. When I learned the news of my heart, I did not know what to do...I felt like I was in a fog and a terrible storm, like a hurricane has swept over me and I didn't know how to handle it. I had friends and family encouraged me and give me hope and support. My nephew Josh challenged me with this verse:
Psalm 73:26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
Uncertainty remains about the outcome of the condition of my heart. I don't know how much physical activity I'll be doing in 3 months from now, or 3 years from now or 30 years from now. Our days are numbered as are the number of beats our hearts will take. Every breath, heart beat and day are a gift from God. Had I continued to train, the outcome may have been very different for myself and my family.
"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
I do know that Cycling For Change marches forward and I will be taking the fight against human trafficking on 6 wheels instead of on 2. I put in my application to be the main driver to Seattle and to support my cyclists as they ride back to NYC in July 2015.
As my family and I weather this storm, we put our hope in the one who is able to calm the storms of life and the storm in my heart.
No, this is not the death of a vision, but more like a seed going into the ground that gets transformed and looks very different than what it started out as, the vision is taking root and growing into something I could never have imagined. Won't you join Cycling For Change. Help us be a voice for the voiceless.
Speak out on behalf of the voiceless, and for the rights of all who are vulnerable. Proverbs 31:8
Help us offer hope...because HOPE changes everything!