I went running last nite. Didn’t run particularly far. But as I ran I began to think about my Harley. Many of you know I used to have a sporty. As my head cleared I traded it for a jeep in order to attempt to have a toy that all my family could enjoy. The jeep was a heap of smoldering trash. I eventually traded the jeep for a GSX-R1100 (another motorcycle).
This gives you idea of sick the Harley was: all the mods it needed I had just finished.
The jeep was nice but sucked also… it’s a long story…
The GSX-R1100 is rough around the edges, but sound. When I first got it I made a list of mods for it. It’s gonna be a kickin donkey [sic] street fighter. Oh yeah, just wait. Part of the excitement for me is doing the work and turning a regular bike into a signature Eli piece of art. Like the Harley. Can’t wait! But as I ran last nite I got discourged and saddened by the absence of the Harley. I get guilt and depressed for making a mistake. Then I realizes this negaive talk was Satan trying to get the best of me. I’m in a really good place in my life and he hates it. My head is on straighter than it has been for years. The cycle is beginning to be broken. I don’t regret trading the Harley. I miss it, but don’t regret. It was the right choice at the time with noble aspirations. Just turned out crappy. It was then that I was reminded of the plans and joy I take from creating my own art. I’m listening to Stabbing Westward’a Wasted. The chorus goes, “my lifes been wasted”. There is some truth to that. I’ve wasted too much time allowing Satan to rule my mind with negative thoughts. No more. Let’s break the cycle together. My cycle and yours. Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, (Heb. 12:1)
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