Before I owned my teeny tiny red car, I got around on a bicycle. No, it was not a cool race bike with gears and brakes. I had a beach cruiser with a little basket and a bell. That sounds adorable, but it’s not so cute when you’re huffing and puffing uphill. I like to think I put “the bike years” behind me, but there’s one bike memory that I think of and never want to forget.
God Is Thinking of Me
That particular morning I read a familiar Bible verse in an unfamiliar (to me) translation (the New King James version):
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end (Jeremiah 29:11, KJV).
I was struck by the concept of God having thoughts and those thoughts being about me. I allowed myself to marvel at that for about 30 seconds and then remembered that I was late for school and went on my way.
Well, that day was not a good day, and by the time it ended, I was huffing, puffing, and sulking all the way home on my bike. Suddenly, I remembered the verse I had read that morning. I remembered that God was thinking about me, and you know what? That last hill didn’t seem so steep.
I don’t have to ride a bike anymore, but I still have bad days that overwhelm me. But when I do, I think back to that day on the bike; I look up to the sky and smile, for I know God is thinking about me.
Jael Amador writes from New York.© 2002 - 2022, AnswersForMe.org. All rights reserved. Click here for content usage information.