As we pick up speed I push back a bit by the force of the acceleration but I still hold on.. Silence is broken by sound of the motor and the roaring noise fills the summer air. The engine gets louder and as the sound grows we pick up speed. Suddenly a thought of fear hits me when I realize I am not able to get off this ride. But yet I still hold on..
Everything around me is beautiful and sparkling as the sun that is setting hits the beach sand and everything else standing in its path. I want to get off and admire the scenery surrounding me and the beauty that is catching my eye. I can't stop though, I'm not the one in control.
We turn suddenly on a road I have never seen before. What was familiar is now unfamiliar and my eyes don't recognize what was around me. Why this route? Can we slow down ? How long will it take to get there? Because the sound is to loud my questions are not spoken but become thoughts.
We turn onto a highway and pick up speed. The air presses harder against my skin and the hairs stand up from my arms. My arms still holding on for dear life. Things of interest catch my eye but are gone within seconds and soon fade off into the blurry distance.
Suddenly I realize my fear is gone and has been replaced with excitement. My heart beats faster and it's exhilarating. My hands start to loosen their tight grip. Everything seems to be passing me by in the opposite direction but yet we speed forward. The sun is ahead of us lighting up the highway hitting the tree tops and shining off the handle bars.
I see rough aged hands holding onto them, shifting the gears, turning with the road and staying on route. My focus is now turned from my surroundings to the man taking me on the journey .. that man is my Dad. My hands begin to slip away and the distance they make from him into the air is not called space but trust. My life is in his hands and I have no doubt that we will make it to our destination. I start to enjoy the ride and embrace the journey there.
I love the man who is seated before me and know that his plan to take me on this ride was special and thought out. It is not just about tasting what is waiting at the finish line but about embracing the hunger for experiencing life in the process. The life that is only possible because of the man in control. I feel adventure. I feel alive, I see the son shining all around me and my Father making they way before me.
I hope some of you reading realize that we are all on a journey but it is one that we don't always have control over. We have the hopes of making it to the same destination but the question is what does your ride look like ? For me it took riding to a little town to eat french fries on the back of my dads motorcycle to to really see the need for me to let go and enjoy the ride that is my life. To realize I don't know when the destination will be reached, how fast I need to go, the way I will get there, or why I can't stop to enjoy the sunsets.
Trust In God that he is going before you and directing you exactly where you need to go. Let go of the fear and tension and let your ride be exhilarating and one full of adventure.. TRUST
In two days I will start a new part of my adventure. I will be leaving Canada and traveling to 11 countries . Thank you to everyone ho is supporting me in thoughts prayers and financially! It is not possible without you. I cannot wait to share with you where my Dad will take me next and how the hairs on my arms stand still as I see lives changed and life given. Guatemala here I come. This isn't the beginning of my journey though… My ride started a long time ago. Stay tuned 🙂
Jenny
