Tuesday, September 18, 2012

My Bike

My Bike
I remember when I got my bike. I must have been 8 or 10 years old.  It was a surprise! I was so excited! Daddy bought a bike I could grow into.  It was a blue ‘n white Western Flyer.

When I was sittin’ on the seat, my feet wouldn’t touch the ground.  I pushed the bike up to the front stoop so I could stand on the stoop to get on it.  At first Daddy helped me get on it ‘n walked beside me tellin’ me everythin’ I needed to do. 
As I learned to peddle the bike, he would hold onto the handlebar with his left hand, ‘n hold my seat with his right hand.  We went ‘round ‘n ‘round in our front yard weavin’ in ‘n out among the trees. 
After a few days, Daddy let go ‘n I was ridin’ the bike by myself.  Even though I fell off a few times until I got the hang of how to balance peddlin’ ‘n guidin’ the bike, I was determined to keep tryin’.  
After learnin’ how to stay on the bike without fallin’ every few feet, I went faster ‘n faster ‘til I felt like I was flyin’.  Learnin’ how to ride a bike gave my confidence a real shot in the arm.

Without Daddy guidin’ me ‘n holdin’ me up, I would never have learned to ride a bike. 


Psalm 139:10 Even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.  (NIV)
Lord, thank you for holding us in your love 'n guidin' us with your hand. In the name of Jesus, amen.
Things To Think 'bout:
1. Are you lettin' God guide you every day?
2. Faith in God will give you confidence!
Blessin's ya'll!

1 comment:

  1. The key for me isn't letting Him guide me, but trying to figure out what it is He wants me to do.