Listen for the Cowbell

This Father's Day the household awoke at zero dark thirty to head down to Kent and cheer on the Dad in a triathlon.  Once caffeine kicks in, the energy and enthusiasm of these events is a blast.  People clap, cheer, whistle.....

And ring cowbells.  I have no idea why.

It's a unique sound and makes me laugh every time I hear it, whether I'm on the race course or a spectator.  The cowbell's only function is to be encouraging.

God is like the ultimate cowbell: cheering, encouraging, empowering.  Whether things run smoothly, we hit a wall, or can't finish our intended route and have to course correct, listen for the cowbell, because we never race alone.