Tell me again. Tell me again that I am too old. Remind me again that I have AFIB. Tell me again I have a train wreck of a left knee. Runing or even walking 26 miles on that would be a horror show. Oh Lord, Tell me again. I don't seem to get it. So, tell me again. Remind me again of the struggle I would inflict on my family. Tell me again I have not been riding my bike outside in over a year. Oh Lord, put some sense into me and tell me again to forget this triathlon stuff.
Oh I need to be refreshed on all the good things I could be doing for God if I didn't bury myself to brain-dead in ironman training. I need that one word for God. "STOP" Or how about three words, "LET IT GO!!" But I haven't heard it and I go on sort of mentally disabled with "What if" thoughts. It doesn't do me any good to go on hungering for the opportunity to do an expensive self-destruct. Oh Lord quiet my heart. Tell me. Tell me again. Maybe this time I'll get it.
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