I live in Bend, Oregon where Mountain biking is incredibly popular and years back when our boys were younger, we all went out for a mountain bike ride. It was a beautiful day and we headed out. We rode along the Deschutes River enjoying all its beauty, passed wildlife and other bikers as we moved on down the trail. I loved the wide open spaces where I could foresee a curve in the road, another rider coming my way, or I could simply be ready to navigate the big roots growing out of the old trees out into the trail. I found it more challenging to maneuver through the tighter spots without stopping, tipping, or bumping into something.
It was a fun ride all in all and we headed down the very last leg of the trail without any real mishaps. However, as I headed around the last corner my tire caught the edge of a large root and as it did I threw on the brakes–too hard—-and flipped myself over the handlebars and kept my face down knowing the bike was going to come down on top of me, and it did. I didn’t break any bones but I still have scars on my body from the fall. That darn root!
Sometimes life can be a bit like my bike ride. Whether you are navigating a new marriage, being a new mama, becoming an empty nester, changing jobs, dealing with illness, the death of a loved one, or financial crisis, it takes energy and focus to walk it out. The path is a little easier to manage when we are able to see whats ahead and prepare for the challenges. It’s those darn roots around those tight corners that can catch us unaware and its in those time that we need the Lords direction to guide us; to brush the dirt off our hands, mending the wounds as we get back up and press on again.
I’ve hit a few “roots” this year, bumped along, gaining some scars along the way. Through all of it I am learning to make a conscious effort to prepare as best I can, but also learning to trust that God sees the “roots” I will encounter and will use them for my good.
I don’t imagine I am the only one who has “tried to navigate the tight spots and hit a few roots along the way”. For you I wish you renewed joy and peace as you pick yourself up, shake off the dust, and get back on that “bike” and ride again. You never know–there might be a beautiful , refreshing meadow around the next bend rather than that darn root! 🙂