Any other summer Olympics addicts out there? When it's all over, I shouldn't have to watch any more television for the rest of the year (except for the playoffs . . . and the Series . . . and the Cowboys games). Well, I thought I could hold it together yesterday as I pulled out Megan's old adult jogging stroller as a sermon illustration. It was the Sunday so many parents are dropping off kids for school, and I was using the stroller as a symbol of how we've tried lovingly to guide our children and of how difficult it is each time we let go of the handles. But . . . there was something about touching that thing that just overwhelmed me. Megan and I covered thousands of miles together. After her death, we gave away so many things to help other families in similar situations. But I couldn't give the stroller away. It has just hung in the garage for years. This was my first time to have it down in a long time. I probably should have taken it out for a run this week! It's embarrassing to fall apart in front of people. And yet, God tends to use moments like that to allow others to bring their own emotions before him and one another.