“The seed cast in the weeds is the person who hears the kingdom news, but weeds of worry and illusions about getting more and wanting everything under the sun strangle what was heard, and nothing comes of it.”
The last few days we’ve just laid low: I did a hilly bike ride on Saturday and a flat one on Sunday, and even had a friend to ride with each day. The weather didn’t turn out particularly stunning, but the real rain held off until Sunday night, so no complaints there. Saturday evening Ian and I spent with his parents, which was nice, as we hadn’t seen them in quite a while. Sunday evening we had “church,” such as it is. I much prefer evening church; it feels so much easier to fit into life, somehow. Church at 10:30 is like an appointment at 2:00 pm: It just throws off your entire day. You can’t do anything real involved.
Biking-wise, I’m working on staying in good enough shape for the 7 Hills. It’s about a month away, which is too bad. I’d have no problem if it was tomorrow, but goodness only knows what I’ll be able to do in another month. Speaking of that, I’ve had many people tell me what they expect me to be able to do athletically in the next 3 or 4 months. I would greatly appreciate if we ceased speculating. I’m listening to my body, my coach, and my OB-GYN and just taking it day by day. Input I do appreciate includes encouragement, expressions of amazement/admiration at my athletic prowess while pregnant, or concrete advice for dealing with pregnancy-related athletic challenges.
This is my last “chill” week before I buckle down and get into real work. It’s pretty bizarre to think of having a real schedule and work responsibilities again, but I’m looking forward to it. If you want to get together and hang out, this would be the week to do it.