“Thank God for training wheels!” That was my recent exclamation when my little speed racer took her first topple on wheels. Her confidence and pride are reluctantly recovering now. She’s skittish of turns and her hope is more hesitant. But it’s still there.
What she’d really like is for me to walk alongside her, hold onto her handlebars, and never let go. Truth is, today on her 5th birthday and every day after, I’d kind of like to do that as well. Then I’m reminded that I can’t ride it for her.
But I sure can relate. Most days I’d like for God to ride this life out for me, too. Yet He allows me to do the heavy peddling, while He guides and steers the way. When I let Him.
All the while our sweet Heavenly Father keeps His hand securely on us. Even on days when it seems as though He might’ve taken it from us, we can trust that it’s just to show us how to use the strength He’s given us. To put faith to peddle and muscle to might. Here is where we regain our confidence and our grin, all the while trusting in Him.
Besides His hand and His presence, I’m also learning to lean on what I overlooked before. The training wheels. Steady and true.
Much like my daughter, I didn’t pay them much mind. They’re hard to see and easy to miss with eyes locked on shiny new paint and sparkling streamers flowing from handlebars just calling your name. And when she took that hot-pink wonder for a spin, she was too busy looking up, mindless of what steadied her.
Isn’t that what we do as well? When we’re riding high, full speed ahead, we pay little mind to what steadies us. Until we’re halted. Until we fall.
I think God uses ‘training wheels’ to coax us back up and get us back going. As I fly through life, caught up in the sparkles or down in the dumps, I want an awareness of the sturdy support He provides through those that uphold me. The friends. The family. The ones that encourage and assure me, when I’d surely topple on my own.
With texts and calls saying simply, “Just thinking of you. Keep going, don’t give up.” And the prayers that I didn’t even ask for. That I’ll never even know about. Until I need them. When I almost fall, but don’t.
Pulling over to the side now for a thankful pause. Lord, help me to see those that fade into the background to help push me forward in my faith. Bless them right back.
And If you’ve put motion to my wheels and helped me with your prayers, check your phone. That’s me texting you. Just to say thank you (TY in texting terms). From the top of my head, through the bottom of my heart, and down to my peddling toes, thank you.