I believe with my whole being that God has more in store for me in this life than being shackled to a walker. I believe in miracles. If you don't then get ready to have your mind blown. God will show you through me that He has all power in heaven and earth to perform miracles. I do not believe that I will be unchanged by all of this. I will be a different person because of God's "big work" in my life. I don't think I will want to return to the same activities I did in the past, because my interests seem to have changed, as well as my focus. But, in honor of the fact that I believe that God will heal me, I want to share with you some of the things I wrote about cycling and running, to give you a feel for what I struggled through in all those rides and runs. I started riding and running to lose weight, and I did. But, I gained so much more (not in physical weight) on the journey to today; through every race, every road ride, and every surgery. Following is the first in a series of ten blogs. As you read one each night, remember that nothing lasts forever. I do not know how or when God will heal me. But, I know I am healed by His Word. Time is irrelevant. Believe with me!
I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Yes, Philipians 3:14
I can picture Paul in that Philipian jail writing about winning a race. Actually that Sunday was one of those milestones in my walk with God that we all have, and I had been pondering the irony of all those hills I was climbing...
Whether I am climbing up one hill or falling down another, I always just try to keep moving. It's like that you know. Sometimes you can see what lies ahead. But, sometimes you can't see over the hill and around the corner.
It was difficult to keep pushing the pedals when I would start down a huge "forever" hill. I wasn't sure if I would be able to stay on the road... or crash into an oncoming car from some blind street. But, I realized early on, that if I held anything back on the downhill runs, that I would soon find myself suffering up that next hill that was certain to be at the bottom of this one. I needed momentum. I reminded myself that I could only die once. And, then I took my hand off the brake and let her fly.
I guess that's how Paul felt sitting in that jail cell. He knew where he was headed, but he was still moving.