This morning I went out at 8:30, intending to ride three consecutive round trips to Marsh Park. But as I rode, I was praying (with eyes open), and felt I was hearing the message that I should do a shorter ride and get home so I could spend time composing on the piece I began yesterday for our church choir and new music director (a setting of portions of Psalm 46—"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble").
In general, I am somewhat suspicious of people who claim to hear the voice of God telling them what to do—especially myself—when it accords with their own desires. But today, I decided to heed that "still, small voice" (I Kings 19:12). So I did a single round trip, finishing with 9.5 miles in 1 hour and 4 minutes. My 100th ride with the trike will have to wait until next week, however, as Michelle and I are going to her hometown this weekend to celebrate my in-laws' 50th wedding anniversary with the gathered family, and we've decided not to take the trike.
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