The other day my mom reminded me of the funniest story:
One night when I was in third grade my family was eating a normal family dinner at the table. Well somehow my dad started choking on whatever it was we were eating.
As soon as my dad started choking I was so freaked out that I jumped up from the table, ran into the garage, jumped on my bike, and just pedaled around the neighborhood as fast as I could. Then when I felt like the coast was clear and my dad was all better I came back home, sat down at the table and finished my meal.
I do not remember this event at all but I was laughing hysterically as my mom was telling me about it.
Not only was this a stinking hillarous story but it was also a great reminder to me:
There are many times in life when I want to get on my bike and pedal as fast as I can and then come back when the coast is clear.
But as we all know this doesn't always work - however we are able to place our faith in Something so much bigger than us and let Him do the 'pedaling' for us. Leading us back to the place in life where 'the coast is clear' even if it is just through feeling his peace. This story was a great reminder of that illustration for me.
On a side note: I still get SO freaked out when I think people are choking. If I am eating with somebody and they so much as cough I go into a tail spin trying to find somebody to perform the Heimlich Maneuver. It is ridiculous. Luke is a grown man and I will not let him eat Gobstobbers (his favorite candy snack) around me. Seriously....hard little balls the perfect size for getting lodged in the throat?!?!? Who thinks up these death traps?