Inspirational story and picture!
Our son Jesse is riding his bicycle across America for Charity Water. The first two days included rain, snow, and over a mile climb in elevation! HIs blog about this was very inspirational (which I have copied and pasted in the next paragraph for you to read). Please pray for them, and if you want more info or desire to donate to their cause (global clean water), check out rideforwater.com.
“Apparently today was the hardest day we will have and to be honest, I think we all had a different experience.
We rode from Marblemount, WA, to Winthrop, WA. Personally, it was my first day doing two long rides on consecutive days. In addition, if you were to look at a map, you would notice that the route between the two cities is directly through North Cascades National Park, which means that we rode about 80 miles and climbed over 5,000 feet in elevation to cross over Washington Pass. Even further, temperatures below 50 degrees and elevations above 5,000 feet through rain, clouds, and snow banks were not something that those of us who trained in the Los Angeles heat were accustomed to. With all of this added together, we encountered new terrain and unanticipated climbs that resulted in a physically taxing day.
But most importantly I think all of us, though tired, took time to intentionally shift the focus from our breathing and monotonous pedaling to the scenery that engrossed us. Though I cannot speak for the team, I offer my personal experience of the day.
It was glorious.
It is not often that I stand (or cycle) in a place where God shouts his glory so mightily. (But maybe that is because our training rides were in smoggy LA.) In fact, it is not often that I use the term “glorious” to describe something either, but I cannot find another adjective fitting.
I had to sit back and mindlessly pedal. I was too amazed by the magnificent creation before me to focus on cycling. Even more amazing, though, was the Creator who so carefully crafted the terrain through which we rode and who so powerfully called my name.
He who could create such scenery loves me.
It may seem like a petty reminder or a simple Christian cliché, but it did not matter today. Today it was my Father and I; and he was reminding me of his extravagant love for me.
And after a day of freezing hands and snowcapped mountains, we were greeted in the final miles of our ride with a rainbow. The same sign that God offered as a promise to Noah was a reminder to me – a reminder of relationship, a reminder of love.
Today I cannot help but think about the love of my Father, and the beauty of His creation. On a day like today, the other details simply fade away.