“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” Luke 12:27
When my brother was in college, he rode his bike from Wisconsin to Texas. I’m not talking about a motorcycle here — I’m talking about a 10 speed bicycle. He and two buddies pedaled 970 miles in June of 1972 to attend a Christian conference for young, radical “Jesus people”. It was worth it, though, because he came home with a great girl and married her six months later.
I don’t know much about long distance travel on a bicycle. My cycling experience is more like the monotony of pedaling a stationary exercise bike in the basement. I can pedal all the livelong day and never get anywhere.
That’s what worry looks like.
Lots of energy and sweat for no progress.
Lots of fussing and exertion, but no destination.
Lots of spinning, but the same old scenery.
When I l give in to anxiety, I’m riding the wrong bike.
It’s time to come up out from the cellar, pump up my tires and feel the wind in my face.
That’s what trust looks like.