Motorcycling could be classified as an anti-social hobby. Sure, there are others who ride, but when one is in the saddle with a helmet securely fastened, zooming down the road at 60+ miles per hour, negotiating turns and errant wildlife, that makes conversation impossible. So often times one is left alone with one’s thoughts for hours at a time.
There seems to be a recurring theme on these lonely rides of late. As I lean my two wheels into a tight turn, I think of how important it is to lean on God. Learning to lean on Him even when the degree of the angle seems a bit too steep for my level of expertise. He has a plan that I probably don't understand. I already trust that the unchangeable physics of momentum and gravity will always be what they are and keep me upright once the danger has passed. How much less then is it to trust the One who created these physics? I must also trust that He will keep my Spirit upright when I need it most. He is the One who set these wheels in motion. To not trust Him is to deny His power.
Perhaps these thoughts are products of the escalating frightening news: Baltimore riots, terrorist attacks, non-existent interest rates punishing those of us who actually saved for retirement, homelessness is worse than ever, taxes and inflation escalating to unbelievable heights, and so on. There seems to be so many now that are disenfranchised, perhaps for good reason, perhaps not. I don’t know their hearts or their experiences. I worry about them. I worry about US.
As I motor away into the twilight, with the ethereal specters chasing the spinning rubber, I pray that I never forget to lean on His everlasting arms and trust that “ … all things work together for the good of those who love God”. [Romans 8:28]
“My flesh and my heart may fail but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”