The following is a story by Mimi Patrick that I want to share:
The younger me adored bike riding. It’s an activity that I’ve gotten away from as I got older but some of my happiest childhood memories feature me on a bike. You remember the kid with the limp ponytail that cruised around on a pink bike with tattered plastic pom-pom handles? That was me! It wasn’t a good day unless I had swallowed at least one bug and skinned a knee or elbow. I’m sure I came home crying a few times but you know, I barely remember those accidents. I do remember the good times. Believe it or not, bike riding brought some spiritual lessons too. Just think, all that time God was teaching me these five important spiritual lessons.