It was rare day filled with a rare thing- time. Yellow car boy and I enjoyed a day of fellowship with our church family during our homecoming service. Our evening service was cancelled, so we had some extra time and a beautiful afternoon. What were we to do? Nap or ride bikes? It was a hard debate, but we chose the bikes. As we neared the end of our ride, yellow car boy convinced me to ride the bike off a curb. (I'm no dare devil. Oh and the curb was maybe 6 inches. I saw my life flash before me.) Well, I did it, and I didn't fall. Success! We continue onward, and I have a new sense of bravery. I had conquered that daring curb, after all.
The next great adventure waited on a steep, steep hill (it was not- not- 6 inches). At the top of this great hill was a narrown flat area. On either side, you had a choice to go down or down. Yellow car boy flies down it like the champion he is, and I hesitate. I hesitated so hard I slammed on the front and rear brakes, however I hit the front a lot harder. This caused me to fly, I legitimately flew, off the bike. I tried with all my might to prevent this dreadful fall. It was sort of like a movie. Everything happened in slow motion, and then I froze, except in real time, I was still moving. I saw the SUV coming around the corner. I was embarrassed. They were going to see me. Yellow car boy was going to see me. This was probably going to hurt. I wished I had elbow, knee, and chin pads, but I didn't. I tried really hard to keep myself from falling, and when I say I tried really hard, I mean I apparently tried to make my mind do all the work because my body was in full motion off the bike and toward the ground. As I tried to get up and brush it off like it didn't happen, yellow car boy runs to me, super hero cape flowing behind him, to see if I'm ok. My first response was I'm ok, I'm ok, I'm ok. I quickly realized I wasn't. And at the ripe young age of 26 and 3/4 of a year, I cried. I flashed back to my grandparents long driveway, and my purple bike with pink tassels. Then I remembered I was an adult. GET IT TOGETHER. But I couldn't stop the tears from rolling. I think I had convinced myself I had rolled to the bottom of the hill and broke most, if not all the bones in my body. Turns out, I didn't roll, and I just had some minor dirt scratches, and a temporarily hurt foot. Yellow car boy, in all his wonder and super hero cape, just comforted me. He never laughed, even when I did. He just wanted to make sure I was ok. He walked both our bikes down the treacherous hill, and checked on me again and again all the way home. While yellow car boy couldn't fix the matter, I believe if he could have, he would have. All the while, he let me fall off the bike. He didn't make fun of the situation. He didn't forcefully require me to get on the bike and try again. In all his patience, he encouraged me and let me feel safe before choosing to get on the bike again. I couldn't help but think of what a model of Christ's love yellow car boy displayed. We experience heart aches and trials in life. God can fix them, but sometimes we go through them because of the sin in this world, our own sin, someone else's sin, or maybe even because we're a bit stubborn and choose our own way instead of listening to God. In those moments, God never speaks to His children in a demeaning tone. In all His patience, He waits, and He comforts. I love the feeling of safety and rest I find in God's arms. Choosing to follow God can be scary. There's a lot you may have to leave behind, and typically, with change comes hurt. God allows us to choose to follow Him. He doesn't force it. He isn't rude about it. Choosing to follow God doesn't mean we'll be perfect. We will fall, and we may gain some bumps and scratches along the way. The beautiful part is, God will welcome you with open arms. If I had fallen off that bike, and it had ended badly, praise the Lord it didn't, and I mangled my face and body, not for one second would I question yellow car boy's love for me. I can almost assure you he would devote his time to finding a way to help me feel better. God loves us in an even bigger way than that. We are born into a sinful world, and we are ugly with sin, but He loves us anyway. He loves us so much, He sent His Son to die for us, knowing we would sin against Him. As we walk with God, and we get those bumps and scratches, we may look a little ugly at times, but that never changes His love for us. Because of Christ's great sacrifice on the cross, when God sees us, He sees His precious Son's blood, and that ugliness is washed away. Wrapping our mind around the love of God, and the changes He brings forth in our lives is unfathomable. I'm so thankful for yellow car boy and how he exhibits the love of Christ. I'm even glad he lets me fall of bikes.
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Carole Vaughn
3/17/2016 10:59:41 am
Love this!
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Mooty
3/17/2016 11:01:21 am
:)
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