There are many firsts for me this week. First, I have never done a long distance ride, which for me is six days back to back. Second, I have only biked 65 miles, one time. Therefore this is a real challenge for me. I was blessed on my ride today to ride with my husband Mark, and friends Larry and Gary. The Bible says “Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor. (Ecclesiastes 4:9). When one of us or another struggled whether it was not having the legs for today or a flat tire. We were a Team. The FCBA Team. I have felt welcome into this “Family” from the day that I arrived. We have many backgrounds, many different denominations, but yet we are “One”. One Family working for one purpose. I have heard many say that it is not about the biking. Biking is just a side effect of the #1 purpose. That purpose: Being the hands and feet of Jesus, by reaching out to those less fortunate. I have four more days to finish this week. I have been truly blessed and my life has been greatly enriched by this experience. May God Bless each and every one of my new FCBA Family.
This is my first Fuller Center ride. I joined the East Coast ride at Cary, NC. I am just starting my third week. It has been filled with many great experiences in the last few days.
I have always been taught to believe that we sow seeds and don’t always get to see the harvest. Today I experienced the harvest. Lindsey, one of our faster riders was several miles ahead of Ruth and I. Lindsey met Frank, a man that had lost some money. Lindsey shared with him about the Fuller Center Bike Adventure and our mission. They parted ways. I failed to mention that Frank was also cycling. He was heading north and ran into Ruth and I a little while later. As we met him he asked to talk with us. We stopped to visit. He shared his story about meeting Lindsey and as he rode along he wished he had given Lindsey the found money for the Fuller Center. When he saw Ruth and I, he had a chance to makeup for his missed opportunity and we got to harvest the seed that Lindsey sowed. God’s hand was blessed many people in a short period of time.
This past weekend we stopped in Orlando, FL to assist with the Fuller Center’s local Covenant Partner led by AJ and Karen. They have been making Helen’s house handicap accessible, and other improvements to the home. On Saturday we went to Helen’s to meet her and paint her house. Our bike adventure team, AJ’s team, friends of Helen’s and her church family worked together to paint her house and feed the team. All this was accomplished in one day. AJ and his team still have a lot of work to do but we all got to fulfill a woman’s need.
These are just a few reasons that I joined the Fuller Center Bike Adventure. Looking for the things that God wants to show ME and US.
Today there was a lot to Oyee about, a strong tail wind, beautifully paved roads, dips in the Atlantic, all in our miles from Atlantic Beach to Ormond Beach. There were also a few hiccups. Some were serious– like a rider with a medical issue. And some were more cosmetic – Tom chipped his FCBA fingernail polish. Fortunately the large issue is currently being taken care of with medical and moral support. A group of riders have gone to visit her in hopes of borrowing the bed and television for a bit. The rest of us are kicked back gearing up for our segment to Orlando – Disney here we come! I mean I’m really excited to be building a home Saturday… But, seriously, we are coming together building a playlist of Disney tracks for our ride tomorrow, and everyone seems particularly animated. Key West and key-lime pie here we come, Oyee!
On the Bike Adventure, I find that constant motion and planning easily fills my entire attention span. In my tunnel vision of ‘what do I need to do next’, I often find myself mixing today’s shower notes with tomorrow’s, and forgetting what town we slept in last night. The yesterdays and tomorrows run together, and it’s all I can do to just pedal. The day into Savannah gave me an opportunity to put down the day-to-day hustle, and breathe in perspective on this great Adventure.
Written by: Macy Holsinger
How do you tell those who ask, “How was your summer?” How do you explain the feelings, the emotions, the little moments, the day to day grind, the early mornings, the long days, the exhilaration, the pain, the thrill? How do you tell them that 21+ perfect strangers have become like intimate family at the end of nine weeks? How do you recount all of the ways that God provided time and time again? How do you help them grasp the sights, the sounds, the smells? How do you describe the countless meals and snacks provided by generous souls? How do you help them visualize the never-ending list of daily chores that keep the ride moving forward? How do you illustrate the spectacular sunrises and sunsets? How do you explain what it feels like to be pelted by sleet and roasted by the sun? How do you convince someone that a build day full of hard work still feels like a day off? How do you help people believe that sleeping on an air pad really is comfortable? How do you tell why sharing a dinner table with 20 other people is pure joy? How do you compress all of the memories of a wonderful summer on the back of a bike with people you love into one little blog?
Written by: Jennifer Wells
Every morning we gather up and review the route for the day, discuss any pertinent information, and do our devotion. This day was no different. So after our circle up I struck out on my bicycle with my Garmin. I turn right, left or go straight whenever my Garmin tells me to do so. My Garmin is my bike friend and has reliably gotten me to all my destinations for the last three to four years. I have ridden over 10,000 miles with my Garmin. I trust my Garmin. This day I am going to tell you about was different.
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Unfortunately, the fourth day of Week 3 of the East Coast ride started off with a rainy delay. We were hoping to get into town early. Our church in Charleston, South Carolina is in the heart of the city, right off King Street–the main artery to shopping, restaurants, and the Charleston Harbor and Waterfront Park. Continue reading
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