Tailwind, please?
'Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.' Jeremiah 33:3
Last weekend, the MS 150 Bike Ride took place. The purpose of the bicycle ride from Houston to Austin is to raise funds to find a cure for Muscular Sclerosis.
Many folks ride the ride because the challenge is difficult. Unfortunately, this year’s 150 mile ride was plagued with 12-15 mph headwinds. Riders gave up.
After seven hours on my bike, I found myself wondering what in the world I had committed myself. The wind was awful and I was saddle sore. I had fought cramping in my right thigh for the last 40 miles. I couldn’t feel two fingers on my left hand. Gatorade and bananas tasted like sand. To add to my mental anguish, this was only Day One and I was eight miles from the halfway point and my speedometer read 13 mph.
I was not going to give up…but hopping a ride to Austin sounded really good. I knew this moment would pass. The pain I felt paled in comparison to having MS. So I uttered a prayer. “Lord, please do something about the wind.” I continued to peddle and then something happened…
WE TURNED! The wind was now a TAILWIND. My speedometer read 26mph. I rode into LaGrange strong and victorious.
Silly, eh? No, God had placed me 92 miles from Houston on April 12th and He knew exactly when I would call His name for help. God knew exactly where I would be and His timing is perfect and His provision is enough.
Where are you standing today? God knows.
Last weekend, the MS 150 Bike Ride took place. The purpose of the bicycle ride from Houston to Austin is to raise funds to find a cure for Muscular Sclerosis.
Many folks ride the ride because the challenge is difficult. Unfortunately, this year’s 150 mile ride was plagued with 12-15 mph headwinds. Riders gave up.
After seven hours on my bike, I found myself wondering what in the world I had committed myself. The wind was awful and I was saddle sore. I had fought cramping in my right thigh for the last 40 miles. I couldn’t feel two fingers on my left hand. Gatorade and bananas tasted like sand. To add to my mental anguish, this was only Day One and I was eight miles from the halfway point and my speedometer read 13 mph.
I was not going to give up…but hopping a ride to Austin sounded really good. I knew this moment would pass. The pain I felt paled in comparison to having MS. So I uttered a prayer. “Lord, please do something about the wind.” I continued to peddle and then something happened…
WE TURNED! The wind was now a TAILWIND. My speedometer read 26mph. I rode into LaGrange strong and victorious.
Silly, eh? No, God had placed me 92 miles from Houston on April 12th and He knew exactly when I would call His name for help. God knew exactly where I would be and His timing is perfect and His provision is enough.
Where are you standing today? God knows.
Comments
The MS150 is a major miracle getting everyone from Houston to Austin with the few number of crashes as they do.