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What my precious wife wrote out to remind us of our eternal reality in Jesus Christ.

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Faith to Walk Ministries

The Ride of My Life
By Tiffany Gravett

For thy Maker is thine husband; the Lord of hosts is his name; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called. Isaiah 54:5

Along with all of the newness that has accompanied these first weeks of wedded bliss with my sweet hubby, I also got to experience riding on his Harley last Sunday. It’s the first time I’ve ever been on a motorcycle in my entire life. You see, I’ve never been much of an adventurer when it comes to things that may cause bodily injury and/or death. But my hubby assured me that he is a very cautious driver and that there was nothing but fun to be had–so I figured I oughta trust him.

At first, I was extremely nervous about getting on it. I might have even been shaking a little when he cranked up that booming engine and I felt it rumble beneath me. With my white knuckled fists clinging tightly to his jacket, we took off. As we accelerated, I looked down at the pavement that was passing inches beneath me at 40…50…60 miles an hour and shuddered. I felt a mixture of fear and excitement.

When we neared our first big curve, he told me that I needed to lean into the curve with him even though my brain would tell me to do the opposite. He said that leaning the other way would actually work against him and make it harder to complete the turn. So despite my better judgment, I leaned toward the pavement–clinching his jacket even tighter and feeling as though the bike would topple over on top of us at any moment. Instead, we rounded the curve with ease.

As my fear slowly subsided and my knuckles returned to their natural pinkish hue, the exhilaration of this new, thrilling experience actually brought me to tears. The roads we were traveling were ones I had driven on probably hundreds of times before in order to reach some sort of destination. This time, these familiar places felt completely brand new. Now the road wasn’t just a means to an end. The road, in itself, was what made the experience.

My first ride caused me to reflect upon some things. I was reminded of the many times that I’ve been cruising through life and the curves ahead have filled me with fear and hesitation. All the while, God was asking me to hold on to him and trust his words even though my senses told me to lean the other direction–working against the process that God had destined to complete in me.

The beautiful thing about trust is that it injects our monotonous normality with life and color. It reveals the truth that life is not always about where you are going, but who you are going there with.