The dream seemed real. Faces I knew interacted with me, the house was my house, I responded with familiar emotions, but the story line made no sense. As the dream world faded and consciousness awoke I tried vainly to make some connection with the dream to the present, but already the memories were fading like smoke disappearing into the air. My heartbeat, still in pace with the emotions I experienced in the dream, was last to make the switch to the present. Bits and pieces of the dream lingered, enough to know the scenes and characters had come and gone in random bits of action and episodes.
In a similar way, real life seemed chunked into disconnected snapshots this week. One day I liked my job and the opportunities that came my way were fulfilling. The next day routine was back and I struggled to find meaning in what I was doing. I forgot what time a social event started and got there late. Midweek I stayed up late, engrossed in an exciting phone conversation. The next night sleep didn't come until an early hour of morning.
One morning was a blessed -be -your -name -when -the sun's -shining -down -on -me moment and the next morning I woke up with sneezes and a nose faucet that wouldn't turn off. It's amazing how condemnation and regret flourish in the soil of illness and weakness.
So what's a girl to do in the midst of life's spitting out randomness? How about riding tandem? Taking the back seat and letting the Alpha rider do the peddaling. He promised his yoke is easy and his burden is light. He said not to let my heart be troubled or afraid. In the Messiah, in Christ, God leads us from place to place in one perpetual victory parade. He'll lead me to quiet waters. I'll let him be my shepherd and carry me forever. I'll listen to him and let him keep my heart on the right path. He will make known to me the path of life and fill me with joy in his presence. He will lead me on a level path where I will not stumble. He will show me the way I should go, as I lift up my soul to him. He will guide me in the way of wisdom and lead me along straight paths. (Matt. 11:30, Jn. 14:1, 2 Cor. 2:14, Ps. 23: 2, Ps. 28:9, Pr. 23:19, Ps. 16:11, Jer. 31:9, Ps 143:8, Pr. 4:11)
With promises like these, I am encouraged. My head is lifted and my hope restored. Let the snippets of life happen; my Driver is dependable and knows the way. It's in submitting to his leading and allowing him to bear the load with me, that I am more than conquorer over random acts of life.
May your peddaling be tandem to his as you move into the new week. He loves you and has great plans for his chosen ones. Enjoy the ride!