What a bike trip taught me about God
A couple of summers ago, I was cycling down a mountain pass at almost 40 miles per hour on the back of a tandem bike when our front tire blew out. The bike wobbled, and we lost control.
This wasn’t the first time I’d had to pray on this 5,200-mile ride across the United States. In fact, because of my study and practice of Christian Science, I’d come to see how the lessons I was learning on this ride about trust, communication, and receptivity also applied to my relationship with God.
So when our tire blew out, I immediately prayed, knowing that God, who is all-power, was in control of the situation. I started to put a foot down in case I needed to stabilize the bike to keep us from falling. But very quickly, my husband, who was riding in the front, had slowed the bike enough so that he could bring it to a safe stop. We also learned we were only a mile or two from a service station and were able to walk the bike there and have the tire replaced at a nearby bike shop.
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