BikeAt first, I saw God as my observer, my Judge,    keeping track of the things I did wrong, deciding whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. 

But later, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride; It was like a tandem bike and God was in the back, helping me pedal. 

I don't know when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since. 

When I was in control, I knew the way. It was rather boring and predictable; I took the shortest route to travel between two points. 

But when God took the front seat, He knew delightful paths; up mountains. and through green gullies, through rocky places, and all at break-neck speeds! All I could do was to hang on.

Even though it looked like madness, He said "Pedal!" I was worried and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer me. and I started to learn to trust. 

I forgot my boring life and entered into an adventure. When I said, "I'm scared!" He'd lean back and touch my hand. He took me to people who had gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me their gifts to take on my journey – our journey. And we were off again. 

He said, "Give the gifts away. They are extra baggage, too much weight." So I did – to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light. 

I didn't trust him at first in control of my life. I thought He would wreck it. But He knows bike secrets.    He knows how to balance, take sharp corners, how to avoid rocks. 

And I'm learning to shut up and to pedal to the strangest places. I'm learning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face. 

And when I'm sure I can't do any more, He smiles and says, "Pedal!"

[Author Unknown]