I rode my bicycle into town with my teenager yesterday, dismayed that the trip felt uphill both ways. Now admittedly, I’m no Lance Armstrong, but I ride, walk and have been known to (brace yourself) run, on occasion. So I’m not completely out of shape.
However, the moment I dismounted my bicycle because I couldn’t stand the burning in my legs and lungs any longer, I considered visiting a cardiologist.
I walked the rest of the way home.
This whole scenario played out again when we rode in to town together today. (I suppose I figured my body would work better after sleeping the whole thing off a night.)
“Hey, buddy, do my tires look flat?” I’d checked them before we left, but figured I’d check mechanical failures once more before putting my body out to pasture.
“Wow, yeah, the back one’s flat as a pancake.”
Well, there you have it.
Riding a bicycle with a saggy, baggy tire might even make Lance Armstrong a little winded.
Okay, maybe not.
And I’m reminded how hard life can be when I travel around, low on the breath and life of God. Putting off reading my Bible. Skipping church one weekend. Trying to solve problems myself without seeking prayer and His free wisdom first.
All of life seems uphill.
I found this verse in Matthew, which inflated my heart and mind this morning.
Maybe it will yours, too:
“Are you tired? Worn out? . . . Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”
Matthew 11:28-30 TMV
“The unforced rhythms of grace.”
I love that.