“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord,
and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.”
(The Mayor with training wheels / Julie Cook / 2021)
Do you remember when you first learned how to ride a bike?
I started my journey on wheels with a tricycle.
Eventually graduating to a small bike with training wheels—
And in due time, off went those training wheels…
and thus, for better or for worse, I was suddenly on my own.
No broken bones but a lot of skinned knees, elbows and stubbed toes.
And this was a time long before we knew helmets were important.
At my current age, I hate to admit that I don’t exactly remember a
whole lot of this particular rite of passage—
however I can remember my mom and dad, taking turns racing behind me,
holding onto the bike if I started to veer too far to one side or the other
or God forbid…started rolling way too fast for my level of
And thus today, the gauntlet has been passed…it is now the Mayor’s turn.
Of course there is a great deal of hesitancy and trepidation.
“MOM, MOM, I NEED YOU!!!!” (yes she calls me mom, her mother is mommy…
daddy is dada, my husband is da)…
And in like fashion, how many times have I cried out to God… “Father, I need you!”
“I’ve got you Boo” I reassure her as I hold onto the back of her seat as she
laboriously attempts peddling up the street…Peppa Pig rain
boots probably do not aid in one’s peddling.
I let go once she hit level ground.
“Look at you Boo—you are riding your bike!!!!”
And right then, in that moment, there comes the obvious and visible
sense of self satisfaction.
So as I stand there, looking at my granddaughter riding a bike on the very
same street where I learned to ride my own bike,
my thoughts are transported to thinking about my own learning to ride
as well as to something else…that of learning my way on the journey
as a child of God.
A juxtaposition of life’s journeys.
How many times have I set out, unsure of myself, sitting in a driving seat
position, while God had His hand on my back?
“Steady” He say’s…”Ive got you Julie”
I wobble, teetering and leaning, trying desperately to keep myself
upright. I feel His hand resting on my back so I have a sense of
Then, ever so slightly, He removes His hand…”you’ve got this”
I hear as I peddle off heading straight ahead…knowing all the while
He’s standing behind me, smiling.
And right when I get going too fast, losing control…He’s the first
one there… either to grab me by the shirt and or pick me up once I fall.
Once again He gently repeats…you’ve got this…because I’ve got you.
And whereas I won’t always be able to be with my granddaughter as she takes
off on her own life’s journeys…I have given her over to God…knowing that when
mom or da, mommy or dada can’t be with her…
Abba will always be by her side—
“How can we not ask at every turn,
‘What is going to happen? How will this turn out?’
The main thing is not to consent consciously to anxiety or a troubled mind.
The moment you realize you are worrying,
make very quickly an act of confidence:
‘No, Jesus, You are there: nothing–nothing–
happens, not a hair falls from our heads, without Your permission.
I have no right to worry.”
Perhaps He is sleeping in the boat, but He is there.
He is always there. He is all-powerful;
nothing escapes His vigilance.
He watches over each one of us ‘as over the apple of His eye.’
He is all love, all tenderness.”
Jean C.J. d’Elbée,
I Believe in Love:
A Personal Retreat Based on the Teaching of St. Therese of Lisieux
I fell. Many times. No evidence on the ground. They filled in the divots in the ground. Washed the blood off the sidewalk. But as I get older, the pains from those falls seem to come back. God gave me enough room to hurt myself, but He was there to pick me up.
A stitch or two here and there 🥳
None of my bicycle injuries led to stitches. In some cases, the wound was too severe.
🤣 nothing like a good scar and story!!!
Amen, but I shall pray for the mayor. That first one is traumatic.
Agreed— but for now those training wheels remain— it is the sheriff who we will need worry over— no fear and wants his way come he’ll or high water!
I know the type. Maybe I was like that, but my two boys were exactly that, the older one more so.
I do think engineering is in his future
He needs laser focus and bull headed determination, but I think you have mentioned those fine qualities in the past.
And granted I am adopted but my late dad and grandad were both GA Tech engineering grads— one mechanical one electrical— then there was my late brother, also a Tech fellow with a space aeronautics degree—— me— well it was liberal arts at UGA 🤪
The sheriff channels my dad perfectly even without the genes!!!
But does he drive a rambling wreck?
he actually has a model A bequeathed to him by his great grandfather—-the starts are aligning…
Look at Mayor! What a doll (and those boots!)! This is beautiful my friend. Learning to ride a bike and learning to live life. Oh, the bumps, scratches, bloodshed,…and HE is there. I love how you wrapped this beautiful learning with the love and learning from God. I’m headed to Alaska tomorrow to meet my new granddaughter. I’m excited to take a heavenly two week hiatus! Stay safe and blessed my friend. 🤍
thank you my friend!! And may you have a safe trip and a joyous encounter with this new member of your heart!!!!
Hugs and love!
You’re so welcome!! I’m so excited I bet I won’t sleep tonight. Hugs and love back again! ❤️💛🤗
No you won’t- anticipation is sweet
It is! As I squeal slightly. 🥰
She is so cute, Julie. I’ll bet she takes after “mon.” Adorable and a little feisty too.
She looks more like the other family but we’ve had such a connection since she was born— my little heart and soul— behavior might be more like me at that age — God help her!!!!!!
He already has❤️
All around lovely. Pictures, story, analogy.
Nothing too controversial 😍
Beautiful reflection, Julie! I need me some of those boots!! 💕💕