My husband is an avid cyclist. Even as I write this blog, he is watching on his computer the famed Giro d'Italia bike race, today in its seventh stage.
As the British journalist reported on the event today, the words served more than a description of the riders, but spoke to my own heart. These cyclists are pushing themselves to the limit in a race. And we, each and every one of us, struggle with something, sometimes an entree that changes by the day.
"84 km to go and the break are starting to dig deep into their suitcases of courage. I hope they brought more than just carry-ons. They'll need the full allowance of 20 kg per person. And then, of course, you have to pay extra if you bring too much courage and go over the said limit. "Did you pack this courage yourself, sir?"
Digging deep into their suitcases of courage. I love that. Because that is exactly what it feels like in a race when you don't feel like you can go another step.
What have I packed?
What have I been training for? Life itself.
The cycling news resonated with Psalm 108 that I read earlier this morning:
With God we shall do valiantly;
it is He who will tread down our foes.
Psalm 108. 13
God does not promise that we will win,
but that He is with us.
The outcome itself
may not be the triumph,
success may not be the point at all,
but His strength in the journey there.
Dig deep into His strength, my friend.
John Wayne once said, "Courage is being afraid,
and saddling up anyway."
God says, "Don't be afraid.
Trust Me."
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