Alright.
You either think one of two things about that sentence.
1) of course you didn't wear a helmet..you're a grown adult on a beach cruiser. Why would you wear a helmet.
or
2) Meghan Marie Reeve why didn't you wear a helmet?!
I haven't not worn a helmet on my bike since the end of February. I didn't get back on my bike until I had a helmet.
Getting hit by a car and having to have stitches in your head changes your tune about wearing helmets.
But today, I was having a good hair day. I had an interview, I really just didn't want to wear a helmet. So I prayed for some extra angels and set off down the street.
I came back down the street about 3ish hours later with my face splotchy from crying.
It was a rough morning. I am not going to completely into details, but not wearing my helmet made me realize something very, VERY important about my process on this trip so far.
I haven't been wearing my armor of God.
For the last 5 years, from September to June, twice a day without fail I put the "armor of God" with my preschoolers. I can say it in my sleep.
Shoes of the gospel of peace.
Belt of truth.
Breastplate of righteousness.
Helmet of salvation.
Shield of faith.
And the sword of the spirit of the Word of God which is the…
BIBLE [cue 40 kids yelling that at the top of the their lungs]
But now everyday, I go without my helmet.
I allow myself to walk into situations, to walk into each day, without equipping myself with God's word.
And everytime at the trailend of the tears God wipes my eyes and reminds me, even when I can't hear amongst the shouting of life; that He is there.
Psalm 91: 14-16 in the message. [from the devotional "Soul Detox" You Version Bible App]
Tonight at 3rd Wednesday at my church I wrestled with how I feel I fail at remembering that God is in control. I feel like I get reassurance everyday from a squad mate, from a friend, from my cousin who sends the most amazing Bible verses to me.
Every single day.
And every single day I feel like the worst Christian ever.
Because I forget.
I cry.
I wail.
I doubt.
When am I going to stop that?!
oh right. I'm human.
lame.
ugh.
So I am going to resolve to work on remembering. Because this race is anything but a sprint.
It's long. it's hardwork.
And it's not even January.
As I text to Alex [and amazing encourager by the by]
"this race is a freakin emotional roller coaster just to get on the ride"
But man.
I know when I finally get on the ride?
It's going to be sweet. I am going to scream, have my world get flipped upside down, see things in ways I never thought I could.
I can't wait.
Time to start wearing the helmet.
To grab the shield.
And to step out daily in His Word.
And I want to encourage you in wherever you are, whatever you are doing, to dive into His word, jump into His arms and hold onto His goodness.
[as a sidenote to this kind of serious mishmash of words…I'm currently making a wedding cake..yep. Wedding cake. It's pretty anxiety producing.]
[as another side note..it takes a to get on this ride. Your prayers, support, and love are much appreciated.
If you would like to help my financially I would be over the moon. Click support on the side. And if you have any questions or would like to know of other ways you can support me click the contact button]
