Do you remember learning to ride a bike? The training wheels came off and the big day arrived. Excitement filled the air. Maybe one of your parents, an older sibling or a friend ran beside you. They held on to the seat or the side of the bike while you pedaled as fast as you thought possible. You finally got some momentum and began to balance and they took their hands away. I eventually learned how to ride my two-wheel bike but I crashed so hard when my mom took her hands away that first time. I remember over and over colliding with the ground. Before I figured how to do it, my knee bled, tears streamed down my face and I desperately wanted my training wheels back. My mom knew the pain was going to be short-lived. She knew I would eventually pedal long enough and like so many before me, and sail down the road riding my bike.
I see Jesus running alongside me as I ride this bike called life. He says, “Pedal faster. I have you. You can do this!” I pedal and pedal and begin to balance and get some momentum and in a millisecond I am tending to my wounds. I think, Why did you let go? I wasn’t ready? How could you let go?
He says, “Let’s try again, you can do this!”
“No way I am too hurt already!” He gets beside me and I see how tight his hands are to my seat. “Okay, I will try again.” I start pedaling so hard and fast and I realize he isn’t holding me, my faith wavers and my fear swells. Down I go.
We start again and again until I am really riding my bike, living my life boldly and I see God clapping and smiling and celebrating my faith.
He is right beside me. I say, “Jesus you were right I could do this.” It’s not long before I am yelling, “Look Jesus, No hands!”
God never leaves us.
Sometimes the things God may be asking us to do while trusting him seem unreasonable and impossible. Just remember there is nothing God will ever have us do without his support.