Friday, October 16, 2015
Just Keep Pedaling
I was recently thinking that I need to get me another bike. I should have kept the one I used to have back when we lived in Rocky Mount. I used to enjoy riding it. Oh...and when I was a boy..riding my bike was my thing. I used to ride my bike all the time and all over the place.
I guess times were different then. Once I got up past 10 years old, my friends and would ride our bikes all up and down the roads. In fact I was thinking about one day I told my dad that instead of riding with him up to the farm, which was about 5 miles away, I wanted to ride my bike, and he said ok. There were a few different ways I could go, so I had to weigh out my options based on factors like traffic, number of hills, distance, and of course the most important one...dogs! When you know your neighborhood and you spend a lot of time riding your bike around it, you learn where the untied dogs are, and which are the baddest and the fastest. Unfortunately, all of my options on that day had at least one bad dog along the way.
So, I made my choice, and I chose to go the way where I would pass a dog named Sam. I knew all about Sam because he was one of my friend's dogs, and Sam was fierce. So, as I was coming down the road approaching Sam's house, I was getting my strategy together, which I planned to be one of stealth and quickness. I thought I could catch him sleeping or looking the other way and quickly but quietly zoom past Sam's house. That didn't work. Obviously Sam wasn't asleep like I'd hoped, and the chain on my bike wasn't as quiet as I thought. Needless to say, Sam was already stretched out charging across the yard before I even got to it. He wasn't running towards me, he was running towards where he knew I would be by the time he got to the road. It was like he had drawn a triangle, calculated the math, and solved the word problem. So not only was I dealing with a mean dog, and a fast dog, but also a smart dog. I thought my saving grace was coming when I saw my friend's mom in the yard watering flowers. But Sam ignored her repeated calls to come back. He was locked in like a leg-seeking missile.
So in a matter of seconds I had to decide what to do. Should I keep going or should I stop and go back the other way. But, in that brief moment I thought to myself that I had already ridden about 3 miles and I had to make up a really steep hill to get to where I was. I realized that was too much work to have to turn back. So I decided I was going to do the only thing I thought I could do...I kept on pedaling.
I must say that Sam was pretty determined because he chased me a long way. Not to mention just past his house I had to go up another hill. So there I was being chased by a dog up a hill. But, I felt like my only option was still the same...keep on pedaling.
Well, my typing this post is testimony that I survived Sam. But there are a lot of difficult things I still face in this life. Maybe they don't growl and run on all fours, but they are just as viscous and intent on getting me as Sam was. Even recently I have had some days that I felt like I was being chased by a mean dog up a steep hill. But I believe that God reminded me of that story to tell me that He has had to bring me up too many high hills, lifted me out of too many problems, delivered me from too many sins for me to even think about turning back now. So Lord I won't. I will just do the only thing I can do, and that's to keep on pedaling.
I thank God that there is no hill I will climb and no Sam I will face...alone. The Lord has always kept His promise to be with me always, and for that I love Him. .