In the fourth grade, I learned my schoolteacher had bicycled across the United States.
Ever since then, I have dreamed about doing the same thing someday.
In high school, I took a biking trip with a small group from St. Francis, Kansas, to Estes Park, Colorado, and back.
I trained for this trip by riding ten miles every day for months, leading up to our departure.
My best day on the trip was the day we did a century ride.
Naturally, the day after, I was exhausted.
When I heard a companion from behind me say she wished our leader would let us stop and rest for a bit, that’s what I did. I stopped and got off my bike with tears of exhaustion streaming down my face.
Thankfully, there was a park ranger with a pickup that our leader talked into taking our four-person group up the mountain to our campsite for that night.
How did James 1:19–27 remind me of this experience?
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