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It’s a busy fall afternoon in downtown Denver. Businessmen, tourists, and some of the city’s homeless peruse the city’s pedestrian mall, enjoying the warm Colorado weather. I sit inside the Tremont and 16 th Starbucks, sipping on a sweetened iced coffee, reflecting on my fairly mellow, yet eye-opening weekend. People-watching is one of my favorite pastimes, and the large, floor-to-ceiling windows that wrap around the perimeter of the popular coffee shop chain allow for prime viewing. I find it interesting that there are so many different types of people, yet all of them are alike in so many ways. Every person shares the trait of being human, which means we all struggle with loneliness, rejection, anger, self-confidence, hopelessness, self-worth, and purpose. And every now and then, some of us stumble upon the invaluable sense of pure joy. As I watch the well-dressed and confident businessmen and women make their way along the streets of Denver’s central business district, I w
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Strong

In March, I began reading through the Bible chronologically, or in order of when events took place. Lately I have been working my way through 1 Samuel and the related Psalms. The Psalms have always been one of my favorite books, simply because they speak of real life issues: anger, betrayal, fear, faith, and continual trust in the Lord when every other aspect of one’s life is crumbling. The story of David, though it is a story I’m quite familiar with, has really caught my attention lately. I’ve been in somewhat of a rough patch in life for the past few weeks. I’m being pursued by a collection agency for about $8,000 in medical bills; I’m worried about being able to pay my student loans of over $18,500; I’ve been dealing with some relationship issues; and I still haven’t been able to find a home church or get truly plugged into the community in which I live. I know most of these issues are somewhat trivial and not really things to be overly stressed about, but I’ve just been feel
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Safe

Just like any other Sunday, I awoke to the thought of cycling. The sun was peeking through the cracks in my drapes and beckoning me for a day of sunny skies and great riding. I hopped out of bed, ate a couple bowls of Cinnamon Trackers, and began working on my bike, preparing it for another ride. It was thoroughly covered in dirt and grime from the previous day’s rainy adventure, so I spent the next twenty minutes wiping down the frame, cleaning the rims and brake pads, and airing up the tires. I had washed my cycling kit in the sink the night prior, allowing it to air dry overnight. As it approached 9:30, I could feel God nudging me in that old familiar way. I knew that I wasn’t going to end up riding that morning. It is extremely hard for me to turn down a ride, especially with the ample amount of free time that I have in a weekend. I decided that I would attend the morning service at church and try to hear from Him on what He would have me do with my day. I am still f
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Soak

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I could feel cold rainwater filling my Specialized Body Geometry clipless shoes as I cruised at a steady pace along the South Platte River Trail. I had left anticipating a relaxing two-hour recovery ride to the trailhead of the Mary Carter Greenway Trail, but soon discovered that fate and circumstance had a different plan. *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          *          * I approached the trailheads of the Platte and Cherry Creek Trails near Confluence Park shortly after leaving work for the day. I soon fell in line with a cyclist riding a full carbon Orbea time trial bike along the trail. I rode with my hands in the drops, letting my elbows bend at a comfortable angle to reduce fatigue. I was glad to find someone to draft behind who was riding at a comfortable speed. I have to continually restrain myself from making every ride into a race in order to allow my legs to recover from harder efforts earlier in the wee
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