Wednesday, August 10, 2011

metaphor for my faith

This morning I woke up feeling 180 degrees from where I was yesterday when I wrote that I was "refreshed and energized." I got some disappointing news yesterday evening and I had been stressed ever since, trying to make difficult decisions. It never ceases to amaze me how life can change without even a moment's notice.

I decided to walk my dog to clear my head. Where we walk is relatively flat but there is a hill that is the toughest part of our daily hike. As I was huffing and puffing up the hill, a tiny, wiry grandmother whizzed past me on a bicycle that was way too small for her and I could tell from her muscular calves that this was a routine ride for her. She was wearing a small, colorful backpack that clearly was designed for a young child.

Normally I wouldn't think much about a bicyclist going by but just after she passed me, a small face popped out from in front of her body. It was a boy who looked to be about 5 years old, sitting on the front half of the seat, straining his neck so that he could see my dog for as long as possible, smiling from ear to ear. There is a school at the top of the hill and I imagine this is how this little guy is chauffered there every day. The whole image was soooo cute, it made me laugh out loud.

And I was suddenly flooded with a sense of peace and relief. I realized that this is exactly my life right now. It is up to me to meet my commitments, go about living my life but I am secure in the arms of my grandmother-God. She will carry my backpack for me and she has the strength and willpower (and the wheels) to carry us both up and over whatever hill is in our way, to get me where I need to be. My only responsibility right now is to enjoy the ride.

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