Thwarting, is that a word, what is God up to. It sure seems like God is not helping, but hindering my existence in certain areas, like work. I pray, I get what seems like dribble, non-sense from God then I wait, and more confusion sets in. did I blow it by waiting and not acting, opportunity no longer open. OK what now, I'm out there but get either too much to do at once or no response. It seems like the door is closed on me in certain fields, and there is a door open somewhere else but where. Ministry is great, I teach three times a week at different venues and have several other ministry opportunities like camp that we work with. Drug education opportunities abound and are very well received. But real profitable work, too few and far between. Recreation is so frustrating I am going to go crazy just trying to find a place to relax... Last wednesday I went to one of my favorite areas, Gould up by Walden, watched the weather prayed, kinda, and went when it seemed good. I get there and it is ominous, thunder and fog, the storm that I thought was passing came back and dumped on me the whole ride. I kept thinking that if I went fast enough I could outrun it, instead I ran into it and it followed me worsening by the minute. Rain turned into hail, 50 degrees turned into 40. Rain and hail, puddles and rivers, cold and misery. My bike ran terrible it was wet or something, I was 30 miles from anywhere and it quit. Nooo I am so screwed, no one was with me and no one would find me for days, it would take me 10 hours to walk out without my bike. My pack was so wet I am sure my matches and my powerbar where as cold and soggy as I was.I prayed and kicked my bike back to life and took off as fast I as one can ride in half inch hail on a trail full of knee deep puddles, sometimes going down or up steep inclines in a virtual torrent of water and hailstones. God, I am just trying to get away a little for a few hours and enjoy the forest. Not happening, by this time my boots were no longer filling up with water but were now splashing out at each bump, rigamortis or hypothermia was now setting in I wasn't sure which, 20 mile of beautiful forest left to the truck, God help me, I am an orange and grey popcicle on an orange and black motorpopcicle. I make it back and am recovering just fine but what is God after and does the Devil have the ability to join God in the thwarting process, thereby doubling my misery and obliterating any possibility of a good time this summer. What summer? And this following a weekend of no fish fishing with my grandson. Cold and wet but undaunted, God is up to something and we are excited, not even sure how or why but we are.