Rachel the Biker

No, not a motorcycle persona (yet), but a typical college town kid mode of transportation. For the past week, I have been biking to work around 6:30 a.m. with a co-worker who lives near me. She has been riding her bike to work since, oh late February or so. No. Big. Deal.

Needless to say, I was a little intimidated by her request earlier in the summer for us to bike to work together sometime. I had a class for four weeks and needed to show up not covered in sweat, but this was the first week after the class, and since she is only in town for 3 weeks before she moves, I figured now is the time.

Although I was a little concerned that I would slow her down (seeing as she is both taller than me and more conditioned), it turns out that my borrowed hybrid mountain bike is lighter than her 8 year old mountain bike, and we can comfortably ride at the same pace. Yeah, my regular campus bike is an ancient (but free!) mountain bike with questionable gears… not something to bike about 7 miles daily to and from work.

It was difficult toward the end of the week to want to keep going, but I was encouraged by the thought that this is such a unique time in our lives. As I prepare for student teaching and my career, I don’t know that I will ever be able to have sweet fellowship with another believer biking to and from work. It’s the end of the college era for me, summer job in a cornfield and salt roommates and all.

As I work to transition, and to figure out how to be more mature and Christ-like in my daily life, I am struck with humility for how much grace was necessary for me to be where I am today, and how beautiful the view from God’s perspective is when I am suspended by grace. I know I’ve expressed that thought before, but I keep coming back to it, and am oddly reminded of a dream I had a couple of years ago in which I felt that relief to let go without reservation, and to calmly trust.


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