The summer is done, and as sad as I am to see most of the summer staff go, I am also glad. Things can slow down, I can get some rest, and college students are coming. We went up the mountain yesterday, and three of us decided to bike down. Only one of us made it the whole way. Jeremy blew both his tires, I wiped out in some gravel, but Grant made it. I hit pretty hard, and I’m sore today. Here is a picture of my new “battle scar” (a.k.a. monument to my stupidity).
That was the worst one. Most of the rest of it is road rash (though I got it on my shoulders, back and head). I do have to say mountain biking down a mountain is a lot of fun. It’ll be a while before I try again though (maybe next summer).
Psalm 138:8 The LORD will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O LORD, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.
I am the work of His hands. That almost seems sacrilegious. As I sit here and try to puzzle out my God I really am glad I cannot understand Him.