I could probably do ten more miles out and still make it back before their errands are complete, I thought.
The angel on my other shoulder said, "No, that would be nuts. Turn around. If you have extra energy you can go for a walk later."
Praise God I listened to that second voice.
As soon as I turned around, I realized why the way out had been so effortless. I had had a very strong tail wind. But guess what? Now, after biking one and a half hours already, I had fifteen miles to bike back against a very strong head wind.
Nonetheless, what choice did I have? God sent me a head-wind, and my mode of transportation was a bike. My options were: a.) sit down and cry, or b.) get on my bike and start pedaling against the very strong head wind.
I chose the latter. Not because I was brave, not because I was strong. Because I had to.
One of the interesting observations on my cancer journey is how many people tell me I am brave as I travel this path. I appreciate the encouragement, truly I do. However, there is not one iota of bravery involved. What choice do I have? I could curl up and die where I am...or I get on my bike and pedal against a very strong head wind. So, I appreciate the encouragement, but I give God the glory.
One way or another, I manage to arrive home.
So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.