(Small disclaimer: I originally wrote this last night, when we went bike riding. But then I was so tired and sore, I couldn’t stay up to post it. Maybe I am getting old!)
A few days before I left for the Women of Faith conference, my daughter learned how to ride a bike for the very first time! It was so amazing, seeing her balance there, so happy, the wind in her hair – when the day before she had asked, after watching me balance, “but, how do you stay up?”
God sometimes teaches us lessons in similar ways. At first we don’t always get it, but He keeps on at us, showing us in different ways, sometimes just giving us time to digest everything He’s been teaching us. Sometimes we gradually pick it up, a little here, a little there. Sometimes we finally just “get it,” seemingly by magic (by the guidance of the Holy Spirit).
At the Women of Faith conference this weekend, Patsy Clairmont talked about riding a bike at the age of 40, years after her last time as a child. She remembered how, and, despite a few hilarious mis-steps and embarrassment, she was able to get back on and ride a bike. She may have had a little trouble stopping (don’t we all in life sometimes?), but she was willing to get on that bike and move forward, one pedal at a time.
That story reminded me that, once we’ve learned, we all remember how to ride a bike (even if we do get a little rusty). Why else did the saying “it’s like riding a bike” come into popularity? Because it’s so true! Once you learn, you never forget.
Faith may be a little like that. Once we’ve all been saved, through believing and trusting in Jesus, we are saved (once and for all). Yet, sometimes we get a little rusty, or we have trouble either starting or stopping. At those times, we need to exercise our spiritual legs and regain balance in life. Read the Bible, pray, attend worship and church service… Before you know it, you’re up and riding again, feeling as though you never stopped.
Tonight I went bike riding with my daughter. I’m still a few years from 40, but I’ve been getting progressively unhealthier over the past few years. I need to lose some weight, and I need to exercise more. I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea for me to get on a bike for any length of time beyond showing my daughter an example in a local parking lot. But I also didn’t want to let her down, and God certainly knows I needed the exercise!
So, off we went (me praying that I would return to finish this post…).
Well, thank the Lord, I made it back! First we rode up to the church near us and raced in the parking lot (yes, my 8-year-old daughter beat me!). Then we rode down to Grandma’s house (my mom). And now, here we are, back at home safe and sound for family huggies before her brother goes to bed — with only one small spill and small scrape (not me). (Of course, that wasn’t the case the time I went roller skating with my daughter, when I was the one who ended up flat on my back! But that’s another story, and I’m still alive, so I’m thankful…)
God protects us and guides us in our endeavors (many of them more serious than a frivolous bike ride with your child, but few as enjoyable!). We may have a few spills in life and may come out with a few scrapes, but we’ll survive. In fact, we’ve been promised everlasting life. But God never said we would never get hurt; struggles are even necessary to shape us and guide us (helping us learn to ride a bike in the first place and then remember when we get rusty). Yet, we are always guided by a loving hand, and God knows JUST the right moment to let go of the back of the seat. At that moment, we’ll soar, the wind in our hair, knowing without a doubt we are free.