Bicycling With God
At first I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die.
But later on I recognized my higher power, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that God was in the back helping me pedal. I don’t know just when it was suggested by him that we change places. but life has not been the same since . . . life with my higher power, that is. God makes life exciting !
When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring and predictable. It was the shortest distance between two points. But when he took the lead, he knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places and at breakneck speed; It was all I could do to hang on ! Even though it looked like madness, he said “ pedal “
I was worried and was anxious and ask, “ Where are you taking me? “ He laughed and didn’t answer and I started to learn to trust.
I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I’d say, “ I’m scared,” he’d lean back and touch my hand He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance and joy They gave me their gifts to take with me on my journey, our journey God’s and mine. And we were off again, he said, “ give the gifts away; they are extra baggage, too much weight.” So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received and still our burden was light.
I did not trust him at first, in control of my life. I thought he’d wrecked it. But he knows bike secrets. knows how to make it bend and take sharp corners, jump to clear high rocks, fly to shorten scary passages. And I am learning to be quiet and pedal in the strangest places, and
I’m beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face withmy delightful constant companion, my higher power. And when I’m sure I just can’t do any more, he just smiles and says
“ pedal “