This morning I went for a bike ride with my dog-brother-in-law, Sunny. I wanted to go fast. After all there was a purpose to my riding. But he was content to trot in –his first- ride; Taking it all in.
At first I tried to coax him into my plans. But as his collar slid over one ear, I just decided that even slow was still better than not at all. His pace encouraged me to savor the morning for myself. -To smell the air like it was my first time and let it fill every space in my lungs. To feel the rain as it touched my skin and exchanged it’s cool for my heat. -To be refreshed by nature and to receive something that I can’t make for myself.
During this time, I usually pray and ponder scripture and dream. Today was no different. But as we rode back and forth, weaving from each side of the road, my words too seemed to drift in the same sing-song fashion. While it is not uncommon for me to sing, today the words felt loud enough for the neighbors to hear and maybe a little less kept back by another of MY plans to retain or shape them.
Psalm 45:1 seemed to circle outside and within-
“My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.”
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I don’t know where this post will take you, any more than I know how our day will end. But I know that both have a purpose, like my ride did. Don’t let the purpose, precede it’s meaning. Being stirred isn’t always (or usually) in a straight line. And there is something to be said and even accomplished by the unfinished.
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