OK...so this wild olde man is a bit of an Olympic nut case. Can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to be present for any of the activities in London, and environs...or in Russia in two years...or Rio in four.
Even watched a “lady bullet” from the Netherlands win a very long women’s bike race this AM...was relieved that, at least, the Gold and Silver timing was a whole 1 second between them. I know...”slow”...for that second place finisher...what was she thinking, peddling her life out in the rain? Britain did get their first medal finisher from the woman who came in only third.
And now...the US of A women’s gymnasts are vaulting all over the place. How do these kids do this?!?!!?!!!
Again, OK...so you and I will not be Olympic studs and studettes (...sorry to inform you of that...). But...where in your own life do you need to get moving? Where in your own existence to you need to stretch out for the heights or the goal lines you will be moving across tomorrow? What might those be in your own wild and precious life?
Just a few minutes ago (...while I was yelling for Allison to stretch for the wall in the pool...), I received an email from a very good friend who is facing physical challenges, which are equal for her to the pool wall, and the finish line and getting the ball over the new. You get the drift...I hope.
She may not be in London. But...our friend is even better than that with all she is pushing through. She would deny herself a gold medal...but...I would easily give her one for all I know about her life. For all she, and her good husband, has done in uniquely, consistently caring for others...in my mind there are a drawer full of gold medals in their home.
My deep suspicion is that in your very own life, gold medals for caring, kindness and compassion are there...blessed by God...just for you. No one may know how you will “go for the gold” in how you live your life tomorrow in your own care for others. You and God may be the only ones who will know. The internal gold of a life well lived for one more day will be all yours...with blessing...in how you intentionally get moving in blessing others.
Angels will be singing your very own anthem.
The Triune will be blessing you.
You will rest well in knowing you did all you could...you gave it all you had.......equal to these kids in London.