Getting ready for a triathlon tomorrow morning. At the crack of dawn. I need to be on the road by 4:00 a.m. I am excited! In the above backpack is my wetsuit and other stuff that I didn't feel like hauling out just for a photo... but I think the photo captures the mood... preparation and excitement.
And I just threw in a rose for good measure. I have missed 25 days worth of roses and peonies. In fact, the peonies are already spent - but it was a banner year for them. They were gorgeous!
My daughter went missing for 24 or so hours. By the time I went to church tonight, I cried through the whole thing. I kept telling myself that she was fine and that I was wasting a lot of energy worrying. But it is a hard thing to allow yourself to love like that and have the kind of hope that is shining bright in my heart for her.
She called tonight at about 6:30. She and her fellow decided to spend an extra day fishing in Wyoming. They were having such fun. Oh, I cried with relief when I got this call.
It is almost easier to live in despair. But I will take the hard path if it means having hope and love in my heart.
Wish me good luck on my first triathlon wearing a wetsuit. Thanks!