Sunday, March 28, 2010

Today was the first ride of the year.  It felt like the first day of the year.  There's just something about my hair flying behind me and the clicking gears that makes me feel out of life's reach.  And I love it.

I am seven when I am on a bike, I am home.

I am playing tag in the parking lot with my family.  I am bike camping across the state with my dad.  I am riding up a mountain with my close friend.

I talked to my dad after, I told him that I wished he had been with me.  He's the one who taught me to love it.  You better get your bum in the seat, old man.  Because this is the year that I'm going to kick yours.  Finally.

I've been thinking a lot about The Promise Land.  I have been so blessed here.  It hit me hard over and over this week and it hit me again while I was riding, surrounded by mountains.  So blessed.

I am passionate about the little school that I am a part of.  I love being Miss B and answering five thousand questions a day.  I love being hugged in the morning and seeing them use their Bibles and telling me Miss B, we really need to pray today, right away.

I would like to believe that no matter where I am, He'll bless me.  But when I look in the Bible, it's clear.  There was a promised land, a Red Sea, a Bethlehem, Jerusalem.  A time and place and season for everything.  And so I think location must matter.

I'm not sure what to do with that. 


I'm pedaling pretty hard now.  Soaring.  I think best when I'm on a road.  Because to me, life is a road.  And here's my thought:  the promised land- it's defined by the people.  That's what He's about.  And it's about the character developed along the way.  It's as much about the wildernesses and the deserts as it is about the promised. 

I smile because I am rich in people.  I am blessed. 

We got to The Hill and she wasn't sure if we could make it.  We had been thinking about it for a while now, dreading it.  But when I saw it, I got a little excited. 

Oh no.  Don't even think about getting off that bike.  We're going to see the top.  We've got this girl, we've got this.

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