"He who is grateful for little is given much laughter...and it's counting the ways He loves, this is what multiples joy."
From the moment I mounted the bike, something inexpressible began to fill my heart. I was immediately thrown back to childhood, where bike riding through the neighborhood was the norm and I did not have a care in the world and things like hurt and pain and sadness did not exist except when I fell off and skinned my knees. But even these were fixed with a simple bandaid and kiss from my parents - a 5 minute rebound rate was all I needed before the pain was forgotten and the joy of feeling the wind in my hair allowed for everything else to fade.
And this is what I felt when I remounted this hot pink cruiser at age 24, on the streets of Panama. The rain drops falling sporadically, kissing and cooling my skin, making the Panama heat that much more bearable.
And as we began to ride down the coast, the something inexpressible that had instantly filled my heart suddenly became expressible. Pure, unbridled, instantaneous joy. Everything else was forgotten except for this bike and this rain and these views and this joy.
And the rain grew stronger and stronger, with no regard of the four humans pedaling, completely soaking us from hair to shoes. But as the rain grew so did joy and so did laughter. Because what else can you do when you are caught in a rain storm, biking down the coast of Panama, with no concept of where you are headed or when you will get there.
And so the laughter escaped from the depth of my being over and over and over again. And all I could think was, "This is what He loves to give - oceans and oceans and oceans of grace."
And I realize, this is one of those moments you cannot create. This is one of those epic, grace moments that was not part of the plan but is still beautiful, nonetheless.
And this is what I felt when I remounted this hot pink cruiser at age 24, on the streets of Panama. The rain drops falling sporadically, kissing and cooling my skin, making the Panama heat that much more bearable.
And as we began to ride down the coast, the something inexpressible that had instantly filled my heart suddenly became expressible. Pure, unbridled, instantaneous joy. Everything else was forgotten except for this bike and this rain and these views and this joy.
And the rain grew stronger and stronger, with no regard of the four humans pedaling, completely soaking us from hair to shoes. But as the rain grew so did joy and so did laughter. Because what else can you do when you are caught in a rain storm, biking down the coast of Panama, with no concept of where you are headed or when you will get there.
And so the laughter escaped from the depth of my being over and over and over again. And all I could think was, "This is what He loves to give - oceans and oceans and oceans of grace."
And I realize, this is one of those moments you cannot create. This is one of those epic, grace moments that was not part of the plan but is still beautiful, nonetheless.
"Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days."
- Psalm 90:14
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