A few more comments to follow up on the last two posts about legacy & making a difference.
After my talk on Saturday, people were gracious – as always. All sorts of comments about the impact of the story and how I’ve touched so many people along the way.
I appreciate the kindness. But comments like this make me a little uncomfortable.
Because…my story is a mess. Looking back, it’s almost like I tried intentionally to wander off course. I’m not trying to beat myself up, I’m just being honest. There is no logic that explains the path I traveled.
It’s why I titled the book RELENTLESS GRACE. I did everything possible to sabotage my life, and God kept sending people who wouldn’t let me give up.
Again, being honest, as a guy who battles chronic depression, “relentless grace” is an ongoing process. On my own, I’m not sure how I would get through each day. Fortunately, I don’t have to do it on my own.
Of course, when I get in front of a group and talk about bike tours and supporting the kids at the Home of Hope, it sounds like I’m doing something special. They don’t know it mostly feels like I’m barely hanging on.
I share all this because I sense I’m not the only one. I suspect other folks, at some point in their lives, identify with this notion of clinging to the end of the rope. And if this story helps someone believe in hope, that’s the point.
All I’m doing is scattering seeds.
Jesus said, “This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how.”