Being the best at anything comes with a passion that, I believe, is inherent. There is a desire that burns deep inside of a person that drives him to push to the limit and then push more . . . and more. Many, many people want to be fit or happy or rich or self-fulfilled, but when it comes to action . . . well, it’s basically the difference between a dream and a goal. This doesn’t mean that the devoted person is driving to be the best in the world at something in particular. It only means that he wants to be the best him that he can be and lays and keeps a foundation to that ever-reaching goal. On the bike, I could never be a professional cyclist, but I can be the best me that I can be. I know when I’m slacking. I know when I could do better; however, this does not focus only on cycling. Until I breath my last, I want to be on an upward trajectory as a husband, a father, a friend, a Christian, a cyclist, an educator, and on and on.
Now let me move up to the big chain ring. All of my thought process in this post was born from watching my wife. She is absolutely an incredible woman. It would be impossible for me to write a description of her love, comfort, strength, intelligence, and work ethic. I have written about her before, but once again I am overwhelmed by the amount of giving of herself. I should be use to it by now. She is a selfless woman who seems to possess an endless spout of giving; but, two days ago, she contacted some of close friends in my riding group and set up a surprise birthday party for me at the end of the ride. The ride was great, and my wife’s conspirators led me right to the place of the party without my knowledge. There she sat with balloons and a cake and a big, beautiful smile. We all had a spectacular time.
After it was over, everyone departed in different directions on their bikes. As I rode my bike back to my truck in the dark, I could only think of my sweet wife. She is such a source of eternal light in my life. I owe her more than I could ever give. The darkness of the side streets leading back to my truck reminded me of the many times I felt so encapsulated in a heavy fog only to see my lighthouse showing me the way. My wife placed herself way down on the list of important things in her life, so that the devotion to her family would not be impeded. I owe anything I’ve ever accomplished of any importance to her. The book of Proverbs sums up my feeling perfectly:
An excellent wife, who can find?
For her worth is far above jewels.
The heart of her husband trusts in her,
And he will have no lack of gain.
She does him good and not evil
All the days of her life.
She looks for wool and flax
And works with her hands in delight.
She is like merchant ships;
She brings her food from afar.
She rises also while it is still night
And gives food to her household
And portions to her maidens.
She considers a field and buys it;
From her earnings she plants a vineyard.
She girds herself with strength
And makes her arms strong.
She senses that her gain is good;
Her lamp does not go out at night.
She stretches out her hands to the distaff,
And her hands grasp the spindle.
She extends her hand to the poor,
And she stretches out her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid of the snow for her household,
For all her household are clothed with scarlet.
She makes coverings for herself;
Her clothing is fine linen and purple.
Her husband is known in the gates,
When he sits among the elders of the land.
She makes linen garments and sells them,
And supplies belts to the tradesmen.
Strength and dignity are her clothing,
And she smiles at the future.
She opens her mouth in wisdom,
And the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
She looks well to the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and bless her;
Her husband also, and he praises her, saying:
“Many daughters have done nobly,
But you excel them all.”
Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain,
But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised.
Give her the product of her hands,
And let her works praise her in the gates.