"Figure it Out."

Life was a bit of a pull, nothing seemed to be filled with momentum and the daily-ness of being alone in Arizona was starting to take it's toll. I had a friend tell me, "Figure it out."  There was no sympathy or pity.  It was what it was.  He was right.  A couple of months later, here I am - it's figured out.

During a sprint tri, it was pouring rain - we were riding fast on the bike and I was alone.  The fields of Holt, MI were my friends and the road was my journey.  At one point I looked down, out of the rain and could see my reflection in the water on the road.  It was Arizona. It was the girl who thought she knew, but had no idea.  It was the girl who struggled, hurt, dug holes, and got weak.  It was the girl who thought in the world and stored nothing, trusted little, and thought vaguely of what is in store in heaven.

Then I looked up.  Miles logged, hours of training, discipline, trusting my training, hoping for results, and expecting everything that comes from the peace of Christ. The road was there.  It hadn't changed. Same journey - different reflection.  This was Michigan. It was what it was, but filled with something else.  It was figured out.