And not only this, but we exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
I need you — yes, you, dear reader, even you lurkers who read but never comment (I’m sure there are, oh, dozens of you) — to help me out with a project. The project is top-secret, so I can’t explain why I need this, but trust me: The project makes this request practical and not as egotistical or praise-seeking as the request will sound all by itself. That said, my request is for you to answer the following question:
What am I, Katie, good at?
What are my skills? Rule nothing out (except the inappropriate; this is a PG-rated blog after all), dig deep into what you know of me, give me some food for thought.
When I think of my skills, they seem so puny and ubiquitous: I can ride long distances. Great, me and else on two wheels — and most of them are faster than me. I can write tolerably well. Super, so can literally millions of other people. So I’m asking for you to honestly help me out here with something I’m not that good at: Realistic self-assessment.
I did add a bit to my skill set today by riding on ice pretty much the whole way to work. When we got outside the parking lot was a skating rink (albeit a really lousy one), and I worried about riding safely through the ice or the slush that formed as cars drove on the ice. I needn’t have worried. My studded tires kept me not only stable but more stable than when I was on foot. I never slipped, but I did take the precautions of riding slowly and braking primarily with the rear brake. It feels so good every time I face and conquer a little bit of my fear.