There are moments in life when God feels so close, so tangible; we’re completely overwhelmed by His presence and grace – even more so if we are open to it. He becomes our dearest friend, our intimate companion, filling us with joy and confidence. And yet, there are also seasons where He seems distant, quiet, almost unreachable. But even in those moments, we should know He is there. His love remains constant, even when it feels so far away and even harder to see.
This journey reminds me of learning to ride a bike. Even more than just learning to walk; for me, the bike captures the essence of faith and trust in a profound way. Let me share this picture with you:
At first, God runs right alongside me as I pedal. We laugh together, and I sense His joy as He cheers me on. He delights in my small victories even more than I do. He holds the bike steady, encouraging me to keep going. In these moments, His presence is undeniable. He’s right there, my Father, my Friend, rejoicing in every step—or pedal—I take.
But as I grow, He lets me go a bit further. I ride to the end of the street, hearing His voice cheering me on, though it grows fainter the farther I go. Still, I know He’s there. I must choose to turn around and come back to Him, to hear His voice again, to bask in His encouragement and love. And each time, we start again, just as before, but with more confidence and trust.
Then comes the moment I dread: He takes off the training wheels. I hesitate. I’m scared. But He knows it’s time. I do to. He steadies the bike as I wobble forward, and soon we’re laughing again, celebrating as I find my balance. He believes in me, even when I’m unsure. He trusts me with what’s in front of me, even when I doubt myself. He won’t let me fall.
But suddenly, I realize He’s let go. I’m riding down the street on my own. It feels different. It’s thrilling, but also frightening. I cling to the joy we shared and keep pedaling, trusting in the confidence He has in me—confidence that sometimes surpasses my own faith in Him.
As I reach the end of the street, I realize something crucial: I must turn back to Him. It’s not enough to keep riding forward on my own strength. Without Him, the journey becomes harder, the fear greater. When I turn back to Him, I hear His voice again, feel His presence, and find the grace I need to continue. Though I may fall or I may grow tired in the peddling, He is there to catch me. No matter how far the ride back may seem and how tired I may grow, He never actually leaves my side. He is right there beside me, giving me the strength to keep going. Yes, right back to Him.
This cycle repeats: pedaling forward, growing in confidence, turning back, and starting again. It’s a journey of trust, growth, and love. Each time I turn back to Him, I’m reminded of the strength, joy, and grace He offers. And so, I keep pedaling, knowing He’s always there, even when He feels so distant.
Lord, I turn back to You. I keep pedaling, holding onto the truth that You are with me. Everyday. I believe in Your love for me. I believe in my love for You. Thank You for running alongside me, for letting go when it’s time, and for always being there to catch me when I fall; and to strengthen me when I grow weak. Amen.
What about you?
When have you felt God running alongside you in life’s journey?
How has He encouraged you to step out in faith, even when it felt risky?
Take a moment to reflect on your own journey. Whether you’re in a season of laughter or fear, remember: God is with you. Keep pedaling, and when you need to (which is always), turn back to Him. He’s always waiting with open arms.
I’d love to hear your story after reading this reflection.