I started this blog (my first ever)with the intention of bringing myself back to sanity (they say writing is good for your psyche), or maybe with the hope some of you will help me regain my sanity. Why my latest claim to have lost my mind - yes, I have claimed this before=)?
Well, yesterday was the last day to sign up for the Sea to Sea Bike Tour that the Christian Reformed Church is sponsoring in order to raise money to "end the cycle of poverty" around the world. And guess what, I found myself faxing in my registration to ride the last leg of the bike tour from Grand Rapids to New Jersey after only a week of considering the consequences. I know what you are thinking if you know me - isn't she really busy with a family, new dog training business, work at the animal shelter, volunteering at church, and living with a kitchen that is under major renovations? And, yes, you right in all of these observations.
I figured God knew all of these time obstacles too. He also knows about my 4 knee surgeries. But, despite this, He must also know that He wanted me to join this bike tour, because I found myself regularly "needled" (yes, I mean needled sort of like the victim of a voodoo doll) with the thought, " I should do this." He must also have prompted me to call my friend Sandy a week ago to chit chat (I am not a chit chat person on the phone), knowing she would invite me onto her blog about her decision to join the bike tour. This conversation and blog reading started the process which led me to send the before-mentioned fax registration. Lastly, God knew that my husband would have plenty of very legitimate questions that I could not answer, but would ultimately send me to my destiny at the fax machine with the words "If your going to do this, don't do it half-way. You'll have to train hard!" That's my husband's way of saying he's behind me.
So here I am on the morning after a restless night - it didn't help that half my family including myself have fevers and coughs. I'm sitting here at my computer and received blessed confirmation from a cartoon my 2-year old is watching that my decision was the right one. On Sesame Street, Maria is standing in the center courtyard with all the Sesame Street gang riding around her on bikes, tricycles, etc. She cheerfully states that "This (referring to the activity around her) is a great way to get shape." Elmo comes screeching to a halt on his tricycle and exclaims, "Ride a bike today!" Guess that's God's way of telling me to stop hanging out feeling sick in my jammies and go work out at the gym. Off I go to begin many miles of pedaling.
Well, yesterday was the last day to sign up for the Sea to Sea Bike Tour that the Christian Reformed Church is sponsoring in order to raise money to "end the cycle of poverty" around the world. And guess what, I found myself faxing in my registration to ride the last leg of the bike tour from Grand Rapids to New Jersey after only a week of considering the consequences. I know what you are thinking if you know me - isn't she really busy with a family, new dog training business, work at the animal shelter, volunteering at church, and living with a kitchen that is under major renovations? And, yes, you right in all of these observations.
I figured God knew all of these time obstacles too. He also knows about my 4 knee surgeries. But, despite this, He must also know that He wanted me to join this bike tour, because I found myself regularly "needled" (yes, I mean needled sort of like the victim of a voodoo doll) with the thought, " I should do this." He must also have prompted me to call my friend Sandy a week ago to chit chat (I am not a chit chat person on the phone), knowing she would invite me onto her blog about her decision to join the bike tour. This conversation and blog reading started the process which led me to send the before-mentioned fax registration. Lastly, God knew that my husband would have plenty of very legitimate questions that I could not answer, but would ultimately send me to my destiny at the fax machine with the words "If your going to do this, don't do it half-way. You'll have to train hard!" That's my husband's way of saying he's behind me.
So here I am on the morning after a restless night - it didn't help that half my family including myself have fevers and coughs. I'm sitting here at my computer and received blessed confirmation from a cartoon my 2-year old is watching that my decision was the right one. On Sesame Street, Maria is standing in the center courtyard with all the Sesame Street gang riding around her on bikes, tricycles, etc. She cheerfully states that "This (referring to the activity around her) is a great way to get shape." Elmo comes screeching to a halt on his tricycle and exclaims, "Ride a bike today!" Guess that's God's way of telling me to stop hanging out feeling sick in my jammies and go work out at the gym. Off I go to begin many miles of pedaling.
1 comment:
YAY Suzie, from your crazy "other half" for this adventure!! Glad that you're blogging...doesn't God have a sense of humor using Elmo to speak to you?! (You may be explaining that one to a therapist some day). Can't wait until we can start training together out on some real roads...I only hope I can keep up with you. :)
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