In the past week, I was on a journey. I attended WeSTOC, the west coast gathering of the ST Owner's Club. The Honda ST is a sport touring bike, and the first time that Layne and I saw one, we fell in love. This was the bike that would allow us to spend time together, to grow closer together, and to find new adventures. The bike also helped us find new friends.
Our group meets in a different western location each year. This year, our meeting place was Golden, Colorado, where roads lead to the Rocky Mountain National Park. The mountains are immense, and the scenery is a visual feast. Most importantly, the roads are far from straight.
A motorcycle rider lives for twisties. There is something about a curvy road that quickens the heartbeat. It's like dancing with God. The ride through the Rockys reminded me that clearly, riding is so much like our journey here on earth.
Reaching the pinnacle of a peak is exhilarating...but the path to the top is often treacherous. You aren't always sure what the next corner will bring, and there are dangers throughout the ascent--gravel that can take your tires out from under you, cars that cross the center line, animals running into your path. A rider must have faith in his gear to protect him, in his tires to hold him up, and in his ability to feel that path that has been laid out for him or her.
Our group always gears up. And we are given armor in the Bible that will protect us from possible falls. God knows they happen. He knows that sometimes, we're going to overshoot a corner, or become too confident and forget the dangers. That is why he provides us with armor, and He expects we'll wear it.
But each mile of the journey is filled with promise, too. Sights that you would have missed, if you didn't take the ride. Friendships that you wouldn't have forged, moments that are so valuable, the entire journey is wrapped up in them. To find these gems though, you have to be willing to risk the ride, the journey. You have to be willing to have faith that although dipping down low into the next turn may put your throat in your stomach, there will be an experience in the trip that you wouldn't want to miss.
Our lives are full of curves. Some of them are exhilarating, others are terrifying. But each one grows us and makes us stronger. Without those twists, we'd be alive, but we wouldn't really live.
Layne taught me to ride. When I met him, I was terrified of motorcycles. He rode me around the neighborhood at less than ten miles an hour, letting me getting used to the feel of the machine and his riding style. As time went by, he taught me to dance with the bike, to feel the road beneath and let myself lean into the curves instead of struggling against them.
God taught me to do the same with life. I leave with you this video of one of the dances I was honored to have at WeSTOC. May we all embrace the journey.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6