Tuesday, July 24, 2007
We have been doing a lot of bike riding these days. My husband and I have switched from walking to riding our bikes up and down our hilly neighborhood. We bought a rack for the car so that we can take our bikes with us when we visit the kids, take a trip or just want to ride some place different. My husband even found a couple of used bikes and fixed them up for our son and his wife.
So when we went to visit the kids and grandkids last weekend we took our bikes. On Saturday morning we set out for a long ride with our son S., daughter-in-love S., and the two boys (the girls elected to stay home with little G.).
The beginning of the ride was fairly level, and we all stayed together. Eventually we came to a gentle incline. The guys took off a faster pace, and we girls fell a bit behind. Our younger grandson is only six, and he was making a valiant effort to keep up with the others. His bike is small, and his little legs were pumping like crazy. He is one of those little boys who always go full steam ahead. We all try to stay out of his way, because he tends to leave a bit of damage in his wake. He plunges headlong into whatever activity is going on – heedless of danger. Needless to say he is usually sporting any number of bruises and black-and-blue marks. He is a cheerful little guy and bounces back quickly. We sometimes just close our eyes and pray for the best!!
So, needless to say, he wasn’t happy about being left behind with Grandma and Mommy. His little face was getting beet red, and he was breathing hard. He just looked at me and said, “I wish I had stayed home.” We all made encouraging noises and urged him to just take his time. He still was not happy.
About this time his Daddy turned around and saw little J. struggling. He came back and began to ride beside his little boy. Then when we came to the next hill, he reached over and placed his hand on J’s back. Without even having to move his legs J. was suddenly riding up the hill with the rest of the guys. His Daddy was doing the work, and he was just resting. For the remainder of the ride they stayed together with Daddy helping his little boy up the difficult hills.
I have thought about that precious picture since then. It is just that way with the Lord and I. When I am struggling, He is there to place His strong hand on my back and push me along when I cannot make it on my own. I have only to rest in Him, and He will take me the rest of the way. He is never far off, and He never really takes His eyes off me. When He sees I am in trouble, or He hears my cry for help – He is there.
“Do not fear for I am with you; do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you, surely I will help you.
Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”