But today, I have intentionally be praying HARD for this team. Of every day on the tour, "Payson Day" was the day I was most wanting to throw in the towel. To admit my self defeat. That would have been easy.
But that's not what I signed up for.
Earlier today, I was texting with Sandra Obrey, a rider on the tour, and honestly, a hero in my book. Sandra is married with 5 sons, 2 of which still live at home with her and her awesome husband. Knowing that today would be tough, I sent her a couple text messages this morning to offer some encouragment and inquired about how she was doing. And her response blew me away..
"Broken. I am a broken mess."
It completely brought me almost to the point of tears.
She's in the right place. I know it.
"Payson Day" is physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausting...but being broken is the best place to be to learn to trust in God. Remembering the Africans faces that broke my heart and inspired me to sign up for this ride last year..that's where I had the most purpose. That was the place where I knew exactly what I needed to do to help bring hope.
How about you? Are you in this broken place? Have you exhausted yourself for the sake of hope? I am finding myself reminding me of these questions. Even this one: Does this picture still break my heart?
If not, I need to get back to that place of brokenness...
