My hands twist tight around the handlebars, one foot extends like ballerina to balance the bike with the banana seat. Grandpa holds me steady. When I am ready, he pushes on the back end with his outstretched arms and runs me into the wind while chanting instructions.
Just as I begin to push the pedals, I wobble like Jell-O to one side and panic suffocates joy. Grandpa stops me and we start all over again.
And just when I think I can’t do it, want to give up; I remain steady longer than usual. Laugh confidence surprised, then turn around to see the joy smile on his face. But he isn’t holding on to the back of my bike anymore. He stands yards away and I suddenly realize I am doing this by myself.
I borrowed faith from my Grandpa that day. Because when I didn’t think I had it in me to do it myself, I trusted in his hands to push me to destiny.
When self-doubt looms, circumstances interrupt trust, and we want to give up, Jesus holds us steady. Even when we think we can’t move forward on our own.
Jesus shouted to the crowds, “If you trust me, you are trusting not only me, but also God who sent me. For when you see me, you are seeing the one who sent me. I have come as a light to shine in this dark world, so that all who put their trust in me will no longer remain in the dark. ~John 12:44-46
Has self-doubt kept you from pedaling through life to reach your destiny? He trusts in you, holds you up when you fear you may fail. Just look straight ahead and believe.
Linking with Lisa Jo for Five Minute Friday with an admission. While praying over this word trust, I felt led to post a story I wrote for an upcoming Lenten Devotional, one of several in the series. I cheated, it took longer than five minutes to write. But I hope this preview encourages, as you end your week and step into play and rest.