Don’t Let the Hard Days Win

I noticed that over the last 3 days my hand writing was getting worse and worse. I realized yesterday that I had a small tremor. I knew right away what it was - pent up adrenaline.

I have been cutting wood and walking a lot but not biking at all. AND I have been up most nights for the last 5 days for a couple hours - thinking.

I have always been able to compartmentalize almost everything. But this week I cannot stop thinking about the 13 million illegal immigrants and the 14 million who are part of our LGBTQ+ community. They must be so scared. It breaks my heart and as of right now I cannot think of a damn thing to do to help any of them. (And I have not gotten to all the ethnic minorities or women. I’m sure that will be tonight and tomorrow night.)

I will find something that will make an impact, but for tonight I just got on my indoor trainer, turned up the music as loud as my speakers would allow and rode until my legs were numb. There are a lot of songs about repression, fear, hope and fighting back. Probably not good for my body but it was good for my soul.

Will I sleep through the night? I have no idea. What I do know is that right now my hands are not shaking, I am more focused than I have been all week, and I have no doubt that God will lead me to something I can do to help. NO ONE SHOULD EVER HAVE TO BE SCARED OF WHO THEY ARE.

SHINE!
The Road Rider