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Today required something of me that I didn't want to do. Not a bit. I knew I needed to, but everytime I thought about it, I got a little nauseous. But, I did it. Or, at least I started the process.  It's not the first time, I had to pray my way through something.  

Roughly 18 months after an accident that required a lengthy recovery,  I finally climbed on a bike again to ride 17 miles of the Virginia Creeper Trail with my supportive family. 

I am intentionally grateful for courage. Today, 18 months ago  and everyday in between. 



Psalm 56:3 "When I am afraid, I put my trust in you."

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