It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Chapter 4, Page 18, Book 15



The Road of Life

At first, I saw God as my observer,
my judge,
keeping track of the things I did wrong,
so as to know whether I merited heaven
or hell when I die.
He was out there sort of like a president.
I recognized His picture when I saw it,
but I really didn't know Him.

But later on
when I met Christ,
it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride,
but it was a tandem bike,
and I noticed that Christ
was in the back helping me pedal.

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

When I had control,
I knew the way.
It was rather boring,
but predictable . . .
It was the shortest distance between two points.

But when He took the lead,
He knew delightful long cuts,
up mountains,
and through rocky places
at breakneck speeds,
it was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness,
He said, Pedal !

I worried and was anxious
and asked,
Where are you taking me?
He laughed and didn't answer,
and I started to learn to trust.

I forgot my boring life
and entered into the adventure.
And when I'd say, I'm scared,
He'd lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed,
gifts of healing,
acceptance
and joy.
They gave me gifts to take on my journey,
my Lord's and mine.

And we were off again.
He said, Give the gifts away;
they're 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 did not trust Him,
at first,
in control of my life.
I thought He'd wreck it;
but He knows bike secrets,
knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners,
knows how to jump to clear high rocks,
knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

And I am learning to shut up
and pedal
in the strangest places,
and I'm beginning to enjoy the view
and the cool breeze on my face
with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.

And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore,
He just smiles and says . . . Pedal.

Author unknown



April 18th- love is adventure


Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty, too.

Lloyd Alexander

I’ve lived a life full of love and there have been many adventures.  Traveling the road of life is much more fulfilling when when it’s filled with things and people you love.  

To see God’s hand in everything makes life a great adventure.

The picture  showing me with some of my grandchildren was taken this past Easter.  The grandchildren shown are just a few of the many that I have.  Believe me when I say that my life has been an adventurous journey and it’s not over yet.

Love is an adventure of the soul

5 comments:

Scrappy quilter said...

What a beautiful family you have. And all those grandchildren, absolutely lovely. Hugs

betty said...

I always love to see pictures of your grandchildren, Ma! Indeed you are blessed with all that you have of them (and more to come too :)

Loved that poem; I'm going to copy it and send it to some people :)

betty

TARYTERRE said...

What a sweet picture of you and your grandchildren. Life is indeed "an adventure of the soul." That is beautifully put.

Mevely317 said...

Me, too. (Smiling at your and your grands, that is!)

That poem is great. Sort of like "Footprints", only I think this is more visual.

jack69 said...

Again, youfound a great one by unknown. I truly enjoyed the read. I like the order: Just pedal.
Thanks..More April showers, muy rubber boots are gettin a work out.