Trusting.

And it begins-again. Third attempt; begins today. If history repeats itself, the odds are against success. So far, this morning, the world has not come crashing down on me. Didn't even spill my coffee, no one sick, injured, that I know of..yet. Sort of holding my breath as each time I "come out" the devil seems to pinpoint my position and open up the big guns on me. As the scripture says, "I am now ready to be offered..." I'm in --- again, a little more resolute, a little more wary, and a little more hopeful. When I failed at this last ironman attempt, the answer to my prayers was "trust me." So I did and so I will.

The No - Talent Triathlete

I have often prayed, "Lord, why didn’t You give me any gifts? Why didn’t You make me any good at this?"

It is unbelieveable how little natural talent I have to be a triathlete. Progress is made only through just pushing clumsily through. I never was any good as a runner either. One leg is crooked, and my running style is that of a cow running. I have seen runners and triathletes who have that fluid, effortless motion, and I ask, "What happened to me when talent was being passed out?" So, lacking talent, I have to work harder, and I feel blessed and immensely thankful for any little blessing I get in that effort.

It is almost as if God answers my prayer with, "No, I didn't make you talented. But through your lack of talent, you have become more humble. You are more use to Me humble, than talented."