Cheyne, Shane, Peter, Little Carter, Miss Kitt’s Awana part 5….

In previous posts, I’ve told you how faithful prayers of my little girl have been answered. From the time she was a little girl, I’d pray with her every day before school and every night before bed. She was always consistent in her prayers and never forgot anything or anyone on her prayer list.

The Awana program was started at our church shortly after Pastor Jerry and his wife joined our staff. It’s a Christian program designed to encourage kids to memorize scripture and apply it to their lives. Miss Kitt was Pastor Myron’s wife, and part of our Awana team.

Shortly after, God led Pastor Myron and Kitt to a new church, quite a distance away in a tiny rural town. As they were leaving, Miss Kitt asked my little girl to add their new church’s Awana program to her prayer list. She did.

Recently, we saw Pastor Myron and Kitt. She was beyond excited to tell us that their Awana program has exploded – and she attributed that to the faithful prayers of one special little girl.

I have learned alot from the prayer life of my youngest daughter – she is so faithful in her innocent prayers.  She is indeed someone I’d like to have praying for me always.

Be blessed today, my friends,

SB

Copyright 2018 Journey for Life – all rights reserved.

Reckless Love

Matthew 18:12-14 New Living Translation (NLT)

Parable of the Lost Sheep

12 “If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them wanders away, what will he do? Won’t he leave the ninety-nine others on the hills and go out to search for the one that is lost? 13 And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he will rejoice over it more than over the ninety-nine that didn’t wander away! 14 In the same way, it is not my heavenly Father’s will that even one of these little ones should perish.

This passage of the Bible has confused me my whole life.  To be perfectly honest, I believe that if I were the shepherd and one of my 100 sheep wandered away, I would not leave the ninety-nine to find the one.  I would cut my losses and move on.  I would evaluate the risk of leaving the 99 in pursuit of the one – that I might lose more of the 99 and not end up with the one anyway.  In truth, as I look back on different opportunities that I’ve had to share Jesus with people throughout my life, and some heard the news and some didn’t, there came a point with those who didn’t where I simply gave up.  The good news is that God’s ways are not my ways, and He will relentless pursue us, not giving up on us until we have found the Peace that Passes all understanding. 

A few months ago, we studied this passage of the Bible in our youth group.  In our discussion, our youth pastor pointed out that when Jesus began this discussion to put out that it IS a ridiculous thought to leave the 99 too pursue the one.  Jesus used the ridiculousness of this thought to grab the attention of those to whom He was speaking so that he could share the truth with them.  They all knew that it is silly to leave the majority to pursue the one.   Yet, this is exactly what God does sometimes. 

In my discussion a few weeks ago with my new-found friend, Bob (the recovering alcoholic who is writing a book about his journey), we wondered outloud why it seems there are certain people that God pursues relentlessly, and why there are certain people who have a predisposition to really hear God’s voice and others could seemingly care less.  Although I don’t have the answer, I know it’s true.  I have seen God relentlessly pursuing people, and continuing to give them opportunities to return to Him like the prodigal’s son. 

For Bob, that moment occurred when God leaned over and said to him in an inaudible but unmistakable voice that He would let Bob die if he didn’t get his life straightened out.   In my life, that moment occurred when I truly heard the words of Jeremiah 29:11 for the first time.  In Rich’s life, the crushing of his spinal cord was an “ah-ha” moment for us that God was in reckless pursuit of his soul. 

God will allow heartache and even physical pain into our lives to get our attention.   He IS pursuing you.  He is reaching his hand out to you today to ask you to join Him for all eternity.  All it takes is for your to acknowledge Him as your Savior and make him Lord of your life.   He will take the ugliness in you – your sin and your filth – and make you beautiful in His eyes – it doesn’t really matter what you’ve done, or how unworthy you think you are. 

I’ve been asked why I’m so passionate to be a servant of the Lord and put myself out there to a world that doesn’t care.  My only response is this quote from Charles Spurgeon: 

“If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.”

making a difference for just one is more than enough motivation for me… 

My prayer for you today, my friend, is that the Holy Spirit will flood your entire being with the reckless pursuit of the Heavenly Father, who is calling you home to Him.   May you hear His voice and obey His calling. 

Make a difference for just one today…

Blessings,

SB

copyright 2018 – Journey For Life – All Rights Reserved

To Bring You Back – Paul Alan

Are you thirsty 
Standing in the rain? 
Not sure where you are 
Or how you lost your way? 
Are you drowning 
In some bar outside of town? 
Searching for something given not found? 
A crowd of people 
But totally alone? 
At the front door 
But worlds away from home? 

Light up the nights last regret and 
Burn your only safety net 
Step to the edge 
It’s such a long way down 

Chorus: 
I left the ninety-nine to find the one 
And you’re the one 
I walked a thousand miles 
In this desert sun 
Only to bring you back 
Only to bring you back 

Are you tired 
Of chasing the wind under water? 
Do you aspire to breath again? 
Are you dying? 
Is that the best that you can do? 
Cause you can’t find your place 
In a world that wasn’t meant for you? 


Hello it’s Me 
I couldn’t sleep 
I was just counting sheep 
And I’m missing you, 
Hello it’s Me 
I couldn’t sleep 
I was just counting sheep. 

Gym playlist # 5 Back From The Dead (Skillet)

Frontman John Cooper wrote this tongue-in-cheek track after the release of Rise, when people were predicting the demise of the band due to the decline in the general popularity of rock music. “I started getting really annoyed about people saying, ‘Oh, rock is dead, and nobody is going to like this.’ Some people were hammering on Skillet, saying, ‘Oh, they’re over,” he recalled.  Cooper added that Skillet was treated “a little badly by some of the people that we’ve always been faithful to and had good relationships with in the industry,” so he penned the track as “a little bit of a ‘shut up’ to everybody. It became my fight song, and it really didn’t have a deep meaning. It felt a little rebellious in the right ways.” (Songfacts.com)

Some songs of my gym playlist I select just because of the beat. This one’s pretty quick paced and good for the point in my treadmill workout where I have it.  Although John Cooper may feel this song has no particular meaning, I would see it as appropriate for anyone trying to make any positive change in their life – to breathe new life into whatever they are trying to accomplish.   I’ve bolded a couple of the lines that I like from this song.   The first (I scratch and bleed just to stay alive) I will expound on in a future post.   The other two, “You took a piece now I’m biting back” and “Full of love, full of light, full of fight” to me, refer to my own life transformation from being a victim (of the devil, of life’s circumstances, etc) and a filthy sinner to being victorious in Jesus.  Before I knew Jesus, my life was full of sin. And in truth, now, even though I know Jesus I still sin.

I am full of His Love and Light now, and the fight that He gives me to relentlessly pursue those who are lost. Today, my fight is physical – in support of my wonderful friend.  Tonight or tomorrow, it may be spiritual or emotional.

In his sermon this week, our pastor talked about his visit to Paris to see his son, who is a missionary there.  He visited beautiful cathedrals and various churches, all of which were like white-washed tombs, which outwardly appear beautiful but are dead inside.  There are so many of us wandering around who just feel dead inside.  Jesus provides the opportunity to come back from that dead and be renewed and transformed through Him, and will fill us with love and light and fight.

Keep fighting, my friends, keep fighting.  We are in the battle to win the war.

Love and blessings to you!

SB

Copyright 2018 Journey For Life – All rights reserved.

Matthew 23:27 English Standard Version (ESV)

27 “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs, which outwardly appear beautiful, but within are full of dead people’s bones and all uncleanness.

Back from the Dead (Skillet)

B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Cold and black inside this coffin
‘Cause you all try to keep me down
How it feels to be forgotten
But you’ll never forget me now
Enemies clawing at my eyes
I scratch and bleed, just to stay alive, yeah
The zombies come out at night
They’ll never catch me
They’ll never catch me
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Light it up, light it up, now I’m burning
Feel the rush, feel the rush of adrenaline
We are young, we are strong, we will rise
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
To the floor, to the floor, hit the red line
Flying high, flying high at the speed of light
Full of love, full of light, full of fight
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Break the skin, spread like poison
Dying slow when we all attack
How it feels to be the broken
You took a piece now I’m biting back
Enemies clawing at my eyes
I scratch and bleed, just to stay alive, yeah
The zombies come out at night
They’ll never catch me
They’ll never catch me
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Light it up, light it up, now I’m burning
Feel the rush, feel the rush of adrenaline
We are young, we are strong, we will rise
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
To the floor, to the floor, hit the red line
Flying high, flying high at the speed of light
Full of love, full of light, full of fight
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
Back, back, back from the dead tonight
Deep down, for the count, don’t you dare cut me out
Never break, never bow
Never beg, not a doubt
The zombies come out at night
They’ll never catch me
They’ll never catch me
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back
Light it up, light it up, now I’m burning
Feel the rush, feel the rush of adrenaline
We are young, we are strong, we will rise
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
To the floor, to the floor, hit the red line
Flying high, flying high at the speed of light
Full of love, full of light, full of fight
‘Cause I’m back, back, back from the dead tonight
Back, back, back from the dead tonight
dead tonight
(B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back) back from the dead tonight
(B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back) dead tonight
(B-b-b-b-b-back-back-back) back from the dead tonight

Applegate Miracle

In posts earlier this year, I mentioned that I’ve seen God truly work miracles in my life in the past, which gives me confidence that he’ll do it again.  I believe I even said that, at some point, I would share those with my fellow sojourners, but I couldn’t find the post where I did.

Today, as my husband and I made our bi-annual visit to his surgeon’s office, a trip we’ve made for six years now, we reminisced about one of those times.    It’s a rather long post, so I apologize, but promise that if you read to the end, you will agree that God and God alone could have orchestrated. 

In May of 2012, my husband, an auto mechanic for a local, small company, was prying a spring out of a truck with a breaker bar when the bar slipped, jarring his entire spine.  He felt a wicked tingling up and down his spine at the time, and thought to himself, “that hurt like hell” and kept working.   He neither mentioned it to anyone at work, nor filed any type of incident report.  Over the next few weeks, he experienced pain and numbness in his arms and legs, and visited his chiropractor a couple of times.  On one Friday evening, nearly five weeks later, when he came home from work, his legs wouldn’t work, and he literally army-crawled up the hill from the garage into the house.   I texted a friend of mine who is a Physicians’ Assistant about what was going on, and her response was to get him to a neurosurgeon as soon as possible.   In all honestly, I thought she was over-reacting.  

Somehow, Rich made it through the evening, and even went to work the next day. While he was at work, he told them about the incident that had happened weeks before.  They were unhappy that he hadn’t filed a report earlier, but filed one and gave him the list of company approved doctors that he could see.  The first one one the list was Dr. Bookwalter, a neurosurgeon.

The following Monday, I called Bookwalter’s office, looking to schedule an appointment.  They asked me to describe his symptoms and after I did, they asked if I could get him in to see the doctor that same day.   I thought to myself, “When does that ever happen?”    I called Rich, who was at work, and told him I was coming to pick him up for the appointment.   

We filled out paperwork in the office (the first of many paperwork’s that we’d complete) and waited for Dr. Bookwalter.  When he came into the office, he asked my husband to walk across the room.  He said, “you can’t fake a gait, there’s something seriously wrong and we need to find out what it is quickly.”   

Because he’s a mechanic, and has gotten rust and metal in his eyes on more occasions that I can count on my appendages, he is physically unable to get an MRI, and needs to have a myelogram any time doctors need images.  (This is because when they drill the metal out of his eyes, there is always some residual that they cannot remove.  The magnets from the MRI equipment will draw those metal remnants out of his eyes, which could cut capillaries, etc, in the process, and could risk damaging his eyesight.)  Dr. Bookwalter’s office scheduled a myelogram for that Wednesday at a nearby hospital, and a follow-up visit with Dr. Bookwalter for Thursday to read the results.   We left the office and Rich went back to work to finish his day. 

The following day, mid-morning, Rich called me to say that the hospital called him to cancel the appointment because the insurance (which was the company’s worker’s comp insurance) had been declined.   It took several phone calls from each of us to untangle what had happened, but as it turned out, the list of doctors that was provided to him previously was the incorrect list – the company had updated its insurance (and hence list of approved doctors) but had never changed the posting in the store.  As it turned out, Dr. Bookwalter was not on the new list.  Instead, Rich was told that he would have to visit a different workers’ comp doctor.  Since we knew that Dr. Bookwalter felt like his injury was significant at that point, we were extremely apprehensive to “start over” with another doctor – particularly one working “for the company”.   

I’ll pause here to say that one of the things I appreciate most about my husband is his work ethic and integrity, and a no point in his life would he ever consider taking advantage of a company.  I know there are people out there who would, and, as a people manager myself, I know that companies need to protect themselves, too.  At the same time, I have heard and seen cases where the workers comp doctors, with the company’s interest in mind, would refer someone to physical therapy as a starting point.  Because we had an inkling that this was a more serious problem, we were concerned that a new doctor would start with physical therapy, which could further injure him.   In addition, we didn’t want to cancel the myelogram because we really wanted to start the diagnostic ball rolling.   I honestly can’t remember exactly how we resolved it, but I remember asking if we could simply pay for it – as it turns out, a procedure like that cost tens of thousands of dollars.  I imagine that I gave the hospital our own health insurance information so that we could keep the myelogram appointment.  

Sometime around noon on Tuesday of that week, Rich’s company told him that he had to leave work – that he was officially on short-term disability until we determined what was wrong with him, they didn’t want him working in their shop.  No doubt this was to protect themselves – and we understood that.  At the same time, it was all fairly overwhelming to both of us.  He called to ask me to pick him up at work, which I did.  We drove around for a bit, scared and overwhelmed, and eventually found our way to the office of their company workers’ comp doctor, where we literally sat and cried together for what seemed like an eternity.    Unsure of our next step, and looking for guidance from God, Rich and I prayed together for the first time in probably 12 years. 

The next morning, we got up early and went to the hospital for the myelogram.  It was a long process that took the better half of the day.  We left the hospital after noon, and once again sat in the parking lot and cried together, completely overwhelmed, discussing our options.  At one point, one of us (I don’t remember which) suggested that we drive over to the workers’ comp doctor’s office because we wanted to do the right thing.   Somewhere in this mess of a couple of days, I had reached out to our own company’s worker’s comp specialist to discuss policies, legalities, and options, and knew that was our best option, despite our concerns about physical therapy.  

I drove over to the office, and we prayed before we went in.  We filled out another mountain of paperwork and waited an eternity to be seen by the doctor.   Dr. Applegate was his name – an older gentleman with kind eyes.  He reviewed the paperwork, listened to our story and asked to confirm we had just left the hospital where the myelogram was taken.  We confirmed.   He asked us to wait in the waiting room – he was going to call the hospital and get the results to read immediately, but he didn’t know how long it would take.  

After another eternity (literally hours), he called us back into his office.  His voice kind and gentle like his eyes, had a genuine voice of concern that I’d never heard in a doctor before.  As he showed us the pictures, he described what was happening in Rich’s spine.  As it turns out, the injury (actually injuries) that occurred were the same injuries that occurred when Christopher Reeves was thrown from a horse (the actor who played Superman, for those who don’t know – and he was paralyzed by those injuries).  The only difference was that Christopher’s injuries were spinal cord crushing all at once and Rich’s spine was being crushed more slowly. He indicated that Rich had a problem in his lower spine as well, but the most pressing area was his neck, because his vertebrae were crushing his spinal cord.   He likened it to running your vacuum cleaner cord over, and over, and over again, eventually it will break.  That was what was happening in Rich’s spine.   He quite seriously pointed out that it was possible that Rich could become paralyzed like Christopher, and that we really wouldn’t know, but that he needed immediate surgery to alleviate the crushing.   This diagnosis was like a life blow to us – indeed, it was life-changing. In that moment, we weren’t sure if he’d ever walk again, let alone work. 

The first miracle occurred in the next part of the conversation.  Dr. Applegate looked at us and said these words.  “So here, we know that there is a very serious injury.  And here we are in the workers’ comp doctors office, where the bean counters have certain procedures and protocol to follow.   As a doctor, I know that I need to do the right thing, and that is to get you to the very best neurosurgeon I know, and since we don’t have a neurosurgeon on staff in this office, I’m going to have to refer you to an external neurosurgeon.   It will not make the bean-counters or directors happy, but it’s what we’ve got to do.   Dr. Bookwalter is his name, and I think we need to simply refer you right back to him”. 

I can’t even express to you the flood of emotion that we had in that moment.  My own medical history is pretty thin to be honest – other than delivering 3 beautiful babies, I had little experience with doctors, but had a picture in my mind that patients must be like numbers to them.  So many a day, day in and day out.   Never had I ever experienced the genuine compassion of a doctor – and his “real person” conversation before.   We are forever grateful for Dr. Applegate and his keen observations and compassion in Rich’s medical history. 

We left the office that day knowing unequivocally that God’s hand was upon us, and that He and He alone had orchestrated the circumstances to be referred back to Dr. Bookwalter.    I wish I could tell you that was the end of our journey – it wasn’t.   In fact, it’s an on-going journey, filled with many other miracles for another day.   

The short of his medical journey was that Rich had his first surgery the following week (to remove the pressure on his spinal cord, fused C-3-7 – neck vertebrae), and six months later in his lower back (S1).  After a year off of work, he was able to return to doing his mechanic job, where he still is today (a miracle in and of itself).  

Rich is a living testimony that God is, in fact, still in the miracle business.  I believe that God allowed this miracle in our lives to show us that He was intimately interested in what happens to us and to draw us closer to Him. As we reminisced that experience today on our drive home from the doctor’s office, I said, “You know God’s hand was on us the whole time.”   He simply replied, “I know it.”  

My friends and fellow sojourners – look for the miracles.  They literally happen every day – some are big and some are small, and they are manifested in different ways, but if you life your life expecting them, you will also see them.

May you be blessed today!

SB

copyright 2018 Journey For Life – all rights reserved. 

Your worst enemy

Is it the girl in the hallway, who is jealous of your date?

or the man who works beside you, uncertain of his fate?

Perhaps  the one who feigns to be a friend for all to see

but in the silence of the dark, true colors soon to be

No, though all these may be true.

Possibly, just possibly, your worst enemy might turn out to be you.

Copyright 2018. Journey for life. All rights reserved

Gym Playlist # 4 – Monster (Skillet)

Monster – Skillet

The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can’t control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can’t hold it It’s scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can’t control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won’t somebody come and save me from this, make it end?I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I’ve become, the nightmare’s just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster  I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster My secret side I keep hid under lock and key
I keep it caged but I can’t control it
‘Cause if I let him out he’ll tear me up, break me down
Why won’t somebody come and save me from this, make it end?I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I’ve become, the nightmare’s just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster It’s hiding in the dark, it’s teeth are razor sharp
There’s no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it’s just a dream
Maybe it’s inside of me, stop this monster I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I’ve become, the nightmare’s just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I’ve gotta lose control, here’s something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster

Many years ago I was introduced to the band, Skillet at Creationfest Northeast festival. Having grown up with 80’s hairband metal bands, I like hard rock music, and John Coopers raspy voice is cool. As I listened to the words of Skillets songs, particularly on their Comatose album, and even more specifically on the song Last Night, I realized their words have deep meaning, which makes me like them even more. (the fact that their drummer, Jen Ledger, is a wild woman with sticks and that John Coopers wife plays the guitar is pretty cool.)

If you’re not familiar with Skillet, you should check em out…my favorite album is Comatose but the others are decent too.

Comatose

Awake

Rise

Bass guitar, lead vocalist and band leader John Cooper expanded on the meaning of this song to Christianity Today magazine: “In a theological sense, the song is about original sin. You are born into the human race, you’re guilty or sinful, no matter what you hope to be. “Monster” is about the fact that there is somebody we know we don’t want to be. Some people call it the old man or the old self. That guy wants to creep out when you’re driving and somebody cuts you off. You wonder as a Christian, how do I keep it at bay? I liken it to the idea of a ’50s horror film of this beast inside you coming alive.” (Songfacts.com)

I’d have to agree that all of us have a monster within. Some are better at keeping it at bay than others. And some monsters are uglier than others. The uglier the monster and the harder to keep at bay, the more we need Jesus. We all mask our monster. Jesus is the one who sees us for who we really are.

My favorite lines in this song are:

“It wants my soul it wants my heart” and “I hate what I’ve become”. I have a few thoughts on each:

“It wants my soul it wants my heart”. Friends, there is a fierce battle going on for your soul. In every one of us, up until the time we die, there is a battle going on between Jesus and Satan for your soul. You see, Satan, the fallen angel, doesn’t want us to find the peace that controls our monster (Jesus). He wants us to be the monster. But Jesus tells us in the Bible:

New International Version John 16:33
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

When my inner monster comes out (and trust me, it’s ugly) I remind myself that He that is within me is greater than He that is within the world.

“I hate what I’ve become”. I have had people say these exact words to me, and for all the world, when they do, I’d like to say back, “then change it. If you don’t like who you are then change it. Find a new role model, new friends, and just do it”. I am reminded of a sociology class I took in college where the professor taught that inner city kids beget inner city kids and the cycle just continues because very few can mentally break the cycle of their familiarity. As an idealistic 20 something from a single parent home, putting myself through college, I couldn’t comprehend what he was teaching. I thought for sure he was wrong, that it only took a little courage for someone to pull themselves out of the mud. (And probably because I had been pulled out of the mud, I have an especially difficult time with people stuck in victim mentality) The longer I live, however, I have seen generations after generations make the same silly mistakes as those before them, and I’ve seen the inner city kids (I use that term loosely and not to offend anyone) stay inner city kids. I have seen people who can see the truth but just cannot accept it and cannot change. I wish I could change for them, but I can’t. They have to be the ones to do it.

The truth is that most people will not change until their risk of changing becomes greater than their risk of staying the same. For me, I was on a downward spiral and I knew it. The risk was that I’d stay on a path that would ultimately lead to destruction. For me, it was too great a risk. Luckily, a loving Savior reached down to pull me out of the muck and mire and set my feet on solid ground. The transformation of who I was to who I would become with Jesus wasn’t overnight, and, in fact, is still evolving. As I study God’s Word and apply those principals to my life, He continues to mold me to what He wants me to be.

If you know someone who hates who they’ve become, know that they can change if they are willing. … and if that person is you, know that it IS possible to change who you’ve become. I’ve done it. You can too! With God, all things are possible.

Monster is a good 4.0 MPH song at medium stride. Perfect for a treadmill

Be a blessing to someone today, my friends

SB

Copyright 2018 journey for life. All rights reserved.

Icy conditions…

Lol. I needed this sign yesterday. I’m guessing that they put it up after they saw me wipe out in the parking lot.

Be that as it may, I took my daughter to the gym with me today and we laughed about the sign on the way in.

Today’s accomplishment was 16 more miles, and this time I burned nearly 600 calories. At the start, i was fooling around with the programs in the bike and Tiff started sooner than me, before I decided on just manual program. She was a full 4 minutes ahead of me. It took a while but my competition kicked in and I had to pass her distance. Somewhere around 2.73 miles I caught up and then dusted her. Lol. There will come a day when my kids will out-do me in everything, and that’s good. But for today, I was happy to eat her. Lol.

I am proud that she rode 11 miles. She will run the 5k with me this summer.. and we have a long term goal to ride our bikes to DC, so I’m thrilled to have her along my journey.

Be blessed today, my friends,

SB

Copyright 2018 journey for life. All rights reserved.