Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Carrying a cupboard and a little brother...

This morning Jeremy took the bakfiets to pick up a cupboard that we found on Freecycle:

Later in the morning, the kids and I headed off to the library and park. I've been having trouble figuring out the best way to carry our 7 year-old by bike. I'm not comfortable with him on his own bike on busier roads, he's not always an enthusiastic biker, there isn't room for him in the bakfiets, I can't attach the Trail-A-Bike to the bakfiets, and I haven't yet bought a Follow-Me-Tandem (to create a set-up similar to Emily Finch's). Gabriella (a major ball of energy and super-enthusiastic biker) offered to pull Joshua on the Trail-A-Bike. It worked great, though I was a little nervous at first. Gabi is only 10 (well, almost 11). On the way home, Joshua the bookworm happily sat and read in the bakfiets, while Joey happily rode the Trail-A-Bike. Perfect! I think we'll have Gabi tow her brothers a lot this summer.

Gabi pulling Joshua

Thursday, July 12, 2012

New Bicycle/Pedestrian Bridge!

This morning, Nathaniel and I headed home from a pediatrician visit via the new Sleeper Ave. to Dale Ave. (over 85) bicycle/pedestrian bridge. It's not a route we need daily, but a few times a month at least... and we've spent quite a bit of time watching the construction, so have been eagerly awaiting its opening! The bridge design was great-- no steep slopes or tight turns and easily ride-able with the bakfiets.

Sleeper Avenue side

Dale Avenue side

Sunday, July 1, 2012

A Tandem Ride With God

Being Sunday, I thought I'd post this poem. A teacher at church shared it this morning and I absolutely loved it-- especially the parts about "delightful long cuts" and "bike secrets".  So here you are... biking as a metaphor for my religious beliefs.

A Tandem Ride With God
I used to think of God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there, sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I didn't really know Him.

But later on, when I met Christ, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Jesus was in the back helping me pedal. I didn't know just when it was He suggested we change, but life has not been the same since I took the back-seat to Jesus, my Lord. He makes life exciting. When I had control, I thought I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable. It was the shortest distance between two points.

But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places and at break-through speeds; it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it often looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!" I was worried and anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer and I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered into adventure. And when I'd say, "I'm scared", He'd lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me their gifts to take on my journey, our journey, my Lord's and mine. And we were off again. He said, "Give the gifts away; they're extra baggage, too much weight." So I did, to the people we met, and I found in giving I received, and still our burden was light.

I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He'd wreck it, but He knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, jump to clear high rocks, fly to shorten scary passages. And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.

And when I'm sure I just can't do any more, He just smiles and says... "Pedal."

(Author unknown)