Countdown to Triathlon – 160 Days, 22.85 weeks to Race Day (See Installment 70 of "The Journey", 220 mile bike ride, below)

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY - "Problems are not stop signs, they are guidelines."

Robert Schuller

Now, if I could figure out what the "guideline" is.  My arm is so painful that I sometimes have to take my other hand and lift my wrist of my right hand to move my arm.  I have been to the doctor and had it x-rayed but they don't what the problem could be.  I need to be better soon or the triathlon will not occur for me.  I can train the lower body, but I will for the race have to swim and cannot practice in the pool at the moment. Time is getting shorter until August 24th.

The Journey - Installment Seventy

  If God could own the cattle on a thousand hills, know every bird in the mountains and the insects (by the gazillions) are his then He could certainly cause this pitiful woman to complete the bike ride. Here is Rick's song.  I am so sorry that I couldn't figure out how to post his recording of the song.  If I find out, I will post it later.

(If you missed the posting about the cattle on a thousand hills, go back to archives, February 23rd to read it.)

The Cattle on a Thousand Hills ~ Psalm 50 

Mesa Way Tunes, Steve Blechschmidt & Rick Larson, 2002 ~ All Rights Reserved

The Mighty One, God, the Lord has spoken. 

Summoned the earth from the rising sun to it’s setting. 

Out of Zion, the perfection of God shows forth. 

Every beast of the forest is Mine, 

The cattle on a thousand hills. 

Every bird of the mountains. 

Everything that moves in the fields. 

Call upon Me in the day of trouble. 

I will rescue you, 

And you will honor Me.

Rick, thanks for sharing your song with us.

Dear Wanda posted this story in my comments sections: "I heard a wonderful true story of a man who was in need of financial help, raising support as a missionary, and reminded the Lord he owned the cattle on a thousand hills in his prayers...so he would trust Him for his support. Later that week, he received a large check from a rancher in Colorado he didn't know, and the rancher wrote that the Lord impressed him to sell one of his cows, and send the money to this struggling missionary.
Sounds like a Barbara story, doesn't it? "