My Sweet Bike...

Yesturday I finally gave in (after my husband insisted... pushed me out the door... thank you, Craig) to another "drawing" from God in my life. Besides being drawn to the rocky outcrop, I have been really drawn to biking along the river. (interesting that things seems to be centering around water and the river, for me...) All alone.

So, I went, as I said earlier... and I was struck with a few things... noticing why this is needed in my life right now.

I do not have to relate to my bike... or if I do... I am in control. The relationship is lovely. I actually love my bike. I am thankful for it's serving me. (how feminine is that!!) I love how my body fits on it and how responsive to my desire my bike is.

I am in a season where relationships are incredibly changing and stretching and growing. I am amazed at how much I am learning and changing and I see incredible hope and fruit of prayers prayed... but it is exhausting. I am so exhausted that I get irritated taking the dog for a walk... it is too relational, when I am needing to fill up.

But my bike is different. My bike and I understand each other and I can just fly. I can soar and reach that place where my body has worked out all the anxieties and agrees with me... "Yes, I can do what you want... Let's keep going."

I can also feel my heart release my cares to God because the relationship distractions are not creating static...

It is a sanctuary where things make sense right now.