The Road of Life

[lilyjohn]

I recieved this in my email today. A gentle reminder of what I have been learning but sometimes forget when the pain gets me down. I wasn't really sure where to post it. It could go in the foram for those of us who have lost a loved one. It could really belong in the Good News forum, But I chose this one because it is something that many of us are learning still and there are others who have so far to go one this road. I pray that each and everyone of us find the road less bumpy and that we realize we are really never alone. I hope someday no one will have to travel the road called cancer but until that day comes it is good to remember there is someone in the drivers seat who knows the way much better than any of us do. Lillian

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 were 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 break

neck

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. I

gained

love, peace, acceptance and joy; 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 it anymore, He just smiles and says...

"Pedal."

YOUR CROSS

Whatever your cross

Whatever your pain

There will always be sunshine

After the rain

Perhaps you may stumble

Perhaps even fall

But God's always there

To help you through it all