Answers. I am always looking for answers but often find that the answer doesn't come. And I find that if I become greatly circumspect and increase in wisdom, I have been asking the wrong questions.
So it goes with this giving up issue. Sometimes I wish I could just go quietly into the night without all this trying fuss. However, every time I do an exercise or display discipline in nutrition, I think of how that will be supportive of my training and success in events. It's a reflex.
Then I try to lay it off on God. God wants me to be more active in the community. God wants me to be more active in the church and its work. Sounds good and seems good, healthy, and holy, but it doesn't come to me in the middle of a ride or run or any other exercise. I don't dream about it at night or reflect upon it by day.
But I do all of the above when it comes to participating in endurance sports, especially triathlon or, God forbid, another ironman. When that impulse first hits me, there is no concern that I am soon to be 81 years old. It isn't considered I don't have a good place to train. All I see and feel in that moment is the passion for this, that God placed in my some time ago. It is so aligned with my faith walk that it is almost inseparable. So why try to separate it? God put that fire there. Let Him work out how He can use it. Whether I will succeed or crash and burn. It's His call. I don't need to question and think through it. I need only to embrace my calling and go to it.
And I find the right question is an answer. "What would you have me do?"
