As our promised descent from this place approached, I began to find myself rather frustrated thinking we were on our way down the mountain and wondering why exactly we were still climbing gigantically steep hills. Once again, I was unimpressed and an unimpressive attitude began to fester in my heart.
Mounting once again on my seat, I began to relentlessly pedal over rocks and roots galore...recognizing my frustration and poor attitude, I began to ask the Lord for strength and to change my attitude. Suddenly, I heard a voice - not likened unto a whisper nor a yell - it was an assertive, plainly sweet voice calling, "Look around Beloved."
Quickly, as though a switch had been turned on inside of me, I found myself smiling and instinctively taking in with my eyes the breathtaking view around me. As I forgot about the awful roots, rocks, and mud beneath me, this is what I began to see:
Though I strongly believe woody trails should be reserved strictly for jogging, strolling or hiking, I'm thankful for the opportunity to recognize mountain biking isn't my thing. I am a big fan of road biking, and biking to a destination. When I'm out trampsing among trails I feel lost without a purpose, consumed by the slippery roots, pesky bugs, and jagged rocks. I've learned much about pushing my physical limits this past week and today I learned once again to how much I need to bless the Lord at all times. Instead of thinking about myself I needed to change my perspective, to look beyond what my wheels tred upon and instead, to glance up, to recognize the beauty our great Lord has prepared for us and I was blessed to see today.
Here's to turning in my trail maps and retiring from my week in the woods...
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