Lord willing, in exactly two weeks from today (Friday), I will be in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, lecturing at a Bible college and seminary. Then on Saturday I'll meet up for dinner with a friend who lives in Chicago. Then Sunday is the marathon. This is probably the most "Midwesterner" I will ever be. Interactions with people and the race itself will change me. Every experience in our lives has that potential. That weekend is going to be incredibly difficult and rewarding and challenging and satisfying. I've been doing my best to get ready. I feel clichéd saying that, but I can't think of another way to describe the whirlwind my life has become of late. In the midst of all the craziness, God is so good to me. I know he wants me to stretch myself, to travel, to serve others, to push my body to its physical and mental limits. I am sure that this is where he has led me. So why does he keep giving me proofs? Because he loves me. Wholly and unreservedly. And, at 70, I'm starting to realize that he will never tire of showing me that.