peace

Simple painting of the Stillwater River. Sigh. Always there's time for Montana nostalgia...

And this great classic:

When peace like a river attendeth my way;
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot thou hast taught me to say
"It is well, it is well with my soul."

It's, thankfully, one of those moments I just want to be quiet and offer up that contrite heart and broken spirit. So dang heavily aware of all of these stupid sins I should grow up and let go of and yet won't. Because I'm still a sheep.

I calculated my running miles today on a beautiful Trek Discovery Channel edition high performance road bike that might be a size too big for me but, as far as Joy's concerned, is PERFECT. Happy heading east and south, I cursed the same experience moments later by heading home, west, then north (two of my FAVORITE directions, mind you).

The blasted wind! I hate the wind. The very wind that humbled me those many years ago on a coconut plantation in Jamaica, the wind that moves through the tall palms on my walks at night, the wind that makes for wonderful weather, that adds sound and motion to an otherwise still day..

That wind I cursed today on my bicycle because it was hard. HARD. Made me feel weak. slow.

Anyways. Just thought those two fit together nicely for a mini-post on an otherwise nondescript Sunday. Except Ryan and I discovered Big Brother's BBQ...