When I started putting this whole bike trip idea together I had great hopes of what could come from it. I thought about all the kids and how much I wanted to send them to camp. Well I can’t really send them, I don’t have enough money for that, but I wanted to use what I’ve got to help.
So after a couple weeks of trying to raise money, putting in hundreds of miles of training, getting a video out, and talking it up it was kind of hard to hear that I had raise exactly $0. Since then I’ve heard a few people tell me they are gave or plan to but I’ve not heard anything official.
Anyways, few nights ago I got kind of down about it. If you know me you know I struggle a little when circumstances outweigh my effort. When I can’t try hard enough to make things work. So after I have putting in 250 miles over a few days on my bike and keeping up my regular life so I was physically kind of tired. On top of that I have about a thousand other things weighing on my mind. Needless to say I was exhausted. My diet wasn’t keeping up with the calorie deficit I’d been racking up over the week.
Physically and monetarily my resources seemed to be depleting. My list of people to call or email about fundraising ran out. I did have a little victory, got in a good meal and a few more over the weekend to try and make up for the weight I lost a little too rapidly than is healthy last week.
Even so last night I was wondering how this will all work out. Then it kind of clicked, not an answer or anything, but the fact that even though my resources are depleted I’ll be hard pressed to deplete God’s resources. So my hope is that rather than because of me but despite of me this will all work out. Where I run thin is where I pray God runs thick. I can bike, I can talk, but I can’t give all the money or share the idea with people I don’t know.
There is peace for me in this verse that has been my biking motto ever since I started biking a lot 4 years ago. It’s even etched by knife into the paint on the frame of my bike right below my handle bars. After biking for hours my neck gets tired and my head drops and I’m forced to look at it.
“When I am weak, then I am strong”
It’s been there for years now so the letters are filled with rust as to serve a fresh reminder of some old advice. I remember it when I hit my wall at mile 50 and get over it, when it’s mile 120 and my legs ache like you’ve never felt before but keep moving, and the next day on mile zero when I have to convince myself just to get back on the bike and do because I have something more to think about. It runs through my head.
“That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses,
in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
This will always be there for me. When I struggle on the hardest of bike rides, when I can’t make sense of everything, when my weaknesses are glaring or when I am not sure when they’re coming but only that they will come. I remember that I have to trust in it. Believe in it. Invite myself into it and invite others into it as well. Because if I when I was weak I was weak I would have given up a long time ago. I would not have tried to send this kids to camp merely because I did not have the money. But fortunately that is not the case.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
*I invite you to think about helping out with this in mind. Maybe give a little past what you think you can remembering that you’ll still be ok. Even a penny a mile would be $8 closer to sending kids to camp. Click here to help send a kid to camp.
Here is the link to my online giving site if you would like to share it
Love you all.