Two minutes after I met the mysterious man is when it hit me. I shouldn't say mysterious, he probably lives in the neighborhood. Thirty minutes before I met this man I left the house on my bike for a casual early morning bike ride. Twenty five minutes into the bike ride, my jumper gets stuck in the gear of my bike. And a second after that I ask God "why". It's a real neat jumper that someone special gave me and there I was spending several minutes figiting to get it out of those gears as I watched it get more and more caught up.
Deciding that it's not worth it to go down that road and acknowledge that situations can be like that, I place the bike down on its side determined to get my jumper sleeve out. You are probably wondering where I am going with this and trust me it's no where far. Except for the fact that a "mysterious" man showed up, he was taking a bike ride on the same bike path in the opposite direction and of course stopped to help me. And together we rescued my jumper sleeve but not enough to keep it from getting cut. (she now rests on a pile of clothes deeply wounded and forever bruised) I continued on my journey up the lazily steep hill now about three minutes away from home if I rode at fullest speed but I wasn't going to. I was tired and low key sad and a couple seconds away from getting over it. That's when it hit me.
And I know that one may argue that it was just odds being for me that caused a neighbor to end up exactly where I was at that particular moment and also being able to forge a way forward to help me. ( I've always felt like 'forge' shouldn't be used that way in a sentence.) But amma stick to my perspective and ignore your debate and insist that God was in the midst of it high key looking out for me and wanted me to remember.
To remember his embrace when the sun shines on my face or the wind blows through the trees and my shirt, to remember him in the warm smile of a stranger, an ad on TV, a text from a friend, a caption on instagram, His word, you name it. A neighbor helping me out.
There's many things to take from this; Don't sit on your jumper while you ride your bike, windy days can be beautiful, always smile, complain less, be more grateful, make your pick.
But two minutes after I met the mysterious man and it hit me I smiled and said, " I see you God."
Deciding that it's not worth it to go down that road and acknowledge that situations can be like that, I place the bike down on its side determined to get my jumper sleeve out. You are probably wondering where I am going with this and trust me it's no where far. Except for the fact that a "mysterious" man showed up, he was taking a bike ride on the same bike path in the opposite direction and of course stopped to help me. And together we rescued my jumper sleeve but not enough to keep it from getting cut. (she now rests on a pile of clothes deeply wounded and forever bruised) I continued on my journey up the lazily steep hill now about three minutes away from home if I rode at fullest speed but I wasn't going to. I was tired and low key sad and a couple seconds away from getting over it. That's when it hit me.
And I know that one may argue that it was just odds being for me that caused a neighbor to end up exactly where I was at that particular moment and also being able to forge a way forward to help me. ( I've always felt like 'forge' shouldn't be used that way in a sentence.) But amma stick to my perspective and ignore your debate and insist that God was in the midst of it high key looking out for me and wanted me to remember.
To remember his embrace when the sun shines on my face or the wind blows through the trees and my shirt, to remember him in the warm smile of a stranger, an ad on TV, a text from a friend, a caption on instagram, His word, you name it. A neighbor helping me out.
There's many things to take from this; Don't sit on your jumper while you ride your bike, windy days can be beautiful, always smile, complain less, be more grateful, make your pick.
But two minutes after I met the mysterious man and it hit me I smiled and said, " I see you God."
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