I’d said no.
“Aww, but…” Cliff’s countenance sank.
Months after surgery in my spine in my neck, riding on my road bike again, especially just weeks before our epic relocation from Singapore to Tanzania, felt too risky.
But I knew it meant the world to Cliff, to have one last roadbike ride with me, the way we used to train for triathlons together, through the winding paths under the umbrella of trees— because it would be the last time we’d see our roadbikes in a very long time, maybe even a decade, before we returned from the mission field.
So I said yes.
And it brings tears to my eyes when this happened, when God sent me such a deep love message through this ride— to show me, how when we choose to say yes to even taking little risks for Him, not out of chutzpah but out of trust, He can show us how much He loves us.
This tears me up every time.
(And yes, in perfect timing as I shared this story on stage, my five year old had entered the auditorium from Sunday school and so, simply waltzed up on stage, unassumingly, to pluck her feather out of my hand.)