God likes to play mean jokes on me....

So, I get back to Virginia today and prepare for 15 credit hours that are going to kick my butt for the next 5 months. Today instead of unpacking all my clothes and rearranging my room like I need to do, I went for a biking/running extravaganza. 

Riding down Indian River is one of the dumbest and yet most fun things you could ever do. People don't understand that it does take a lot of effort and skill to ride down a busy street on a tire an inch wide, while people talking on cell phones dodge you the second before they hit you, road construction has stripped the first layer or asphalt off and the bumpiness of the ride is shaking your liver loose.

I have found that God has always taken pleasure in my bike rides. No matter where I am at, no matter what direction I am riding, or matter which pair of stretchy pants I wear that day.... the wind is forever blowing against me. No matter where I set out from, the wind is forever blowing straight against me, making the ride difficult to say the least. 

It never seems to fail every time I ride out of my little apartment complex. BUT.... though the wind is forever blowing against me..... though my legs begin tiring out way sooner then they should be..... The ride is still enjoyable when the pavement finally becomes smooth.... and the cars stop zooming within a few inches of the handlebars.... BUT THE WIND..... NEVER STOPS!!!!

Sometimes I peddle along and say. "You have got to be joking, God!" No matter where my plan takes me in life.... it seems I hit opposition every way I turn. There is never a break.... there is never any down time.... It seems the Almighty Weatherman Himself has got it out for me. 

That said.... remember... growth does not come without its price. Life is difficult, but it is for a good reason. At the end of the ride I get to look up into the sky and say, "HA! I'll be back tomorrow."

Get up. The wind blows hard enough to encourage growth, not to stop you in your tracks.

You are loved,
brian mccluskey