Just Pedal ...
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. He was out there sort of like a president. I recognized his
picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him.
But later on, when I met God, it seemed as though life were rather like
a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that God was at
the back, helping me pedal.
I don't know when it was that he suggested that we change places, but
life has not been the same since. When I had control I knew the way. It
was rather boring, but 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 at breakneck speeds. It was all I
could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!" I worried and was
anxious and asked, "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 gifts to take on my journey. And we
were off again. He said, 'Give the gifts away; they're 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
wreck it; but he knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take
sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly
to shorten scary passages. And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the
strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool
breeze on my face with God as my delightful constant companion.
And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He just smiles and says,
"Just Pedal!"
Author Unknown
Categories: daily-thoughts perspective God faith
things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when
I die. He was out there sort of like a president. I recognized his
picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him.
But later on, when I met God, it seemed as though life were rather like
a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that God was at
the back, helping me pedal.
I don't know when it was that he suggested that we change places, but
life has not been the same since. When I had control I knew the way. It
was rather boring, but 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 at breakneck speeds. It was all I
could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!" I worried and was
anxious and asked, "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 gifts to take on my journey. And we
were off again. He said, 'Give the gifts away; they're 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
wreck it; but he knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take
sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly
to shorten scary passages. And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the
strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool
breeze on my face with God as my delightful constant companion.
And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He just smiles and says,
"Just Pedal!"
Author Unknown
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Categories: daily-thoughts perspective God faith
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