So much bad is happening in the news, and I needed a few hours in prayer. My church is nature, and so I headed to the river, where I stopped mid-bridge while Traveling at the Speed of Bike on a path often flooded lately (but not today) to watch a bunch of turtles sunning on a stick, basking in the beauty of this day.
Reminded of the goodness and glory that abound in this world right in front of us, I submitted, once again, to being available each new dawning for my purpose and calling; staying in close contact with my gut feelings so that I know when and where to turn the handlebars in a new direction; and trusting the journey.
Traveling at the Speed of Bike 