A Bike Story.

So there I am, riding fast along the train tracks, the sun feels warm in the brisk morning air! Riding fast now, getting into a rhythm, and maintaining a cool 18-19 MPH on my sweet new bike. The shadows from the tall grass to my right look rad on the pavement, and everything is awesome. EVERYTHING is awesome. Really feeling the speed now, I'm starting to salivate from the cool air moving past my face so quickly, and I feel the need to spit... so I do. Into the tall grass, with a smile on my face...

Oh look a bunny!

Oh look I spit on the bunny!

I SPIT ON A BUNNY!!!

...and that's my story.

My Plea

Please...
In the depths of frustration, pain, and confusion, 
don't use your thoughts for doubt, malice, despair, and self-mutilation. 
Use them for worship, discernment, creativity, wonder, and love. 
When ensnared in panic, seize patient wisdom. 
Live within His grace, not beneath your own whip.
and at every failure, precipice, and dilemma... 
ALWAYS choose hope over fear.