Riding a Bike

Remember when you first learned how too ride a bike?  Scraped knees, bloody elbow, a sense of excitement coupled with the fear of falling.  At first, the ride could make anyone motion sick with the massive attempts to steady the wheel but, eventually, the ride became smooth, it became easier and easier to navigate.  Confidence was built upon each successful missions down the street or over to the park.  The bike became our gateway to adventure, our means of transporting us from one end of town to the next, for the other side always held more adventure than anything close to home.  And so we road, we created adventure, we created memories and when we fell, we got right back up and started again.  Prayer is much like riding a bike; our first attempts we had no clue what we were doing, we stumble, we fell, we spoke but listened not but, eventually, we learned many avenues of prayer.  We found God in our everyday lives, we were excited for our the silence, excited about peace; we listened that we may understand, that we may grow in the wisdom of the Father and so we slowed down, we made time for prayer and we flourished because of prayer.  We became alive, we became who the Father knows us to be, we created a bond erected in faith and sustained in love.  Unfortunately, like our bike when put into the shed, we seem to put prayer away and bring it out only when we feel it is necessary.  Fortunately, also like our bike, getting back up on the seat and riding again can be done with ease; prayer can be picked up and the bond, never broken, rediscovered.  This is not to say we should set prayer aside, but if we have, we can begin anew yet as though we have never left.  Let us make prayer our daily activity, our life exercise for prayer can take us on many an adventure and squash our doubts and fears.  We may get some bumps and scraps along the way from lack of riding, but our unconditional love the Father offers will quickly heal any and all cuts.  Jump back into daily prayer, rediscover a life entangled in the Father and propelled by love.  We may not have ridden a bike in a while but remember the mechanics and, most importantly, we remember the feeling of freedom at our feet; prayer is our freedom. Pray today and the next, the cry of freedom heard within the soul; an unbroken connection awaits a new pulse.  Today is the day to pray.