1,952 miles round trip! Rode the Harley out to OKC to visit/help my friend Kevin get his Marco’s store ready to open. I used it as a “test” ride to see how I would do physically. I’m happy to report that it was a great ride and I was not the least bit sore even after 12 hours on the motorcycle, I love my bike! My CPAP machine did not fair so well, broke the first day… I guess it just wasn’t built to vibrate down the highway on a Harley
I helped Kevin hire most of his crew and get the store setup for training to start. It was heartbreaking to discover that almost all of the high school kids we hired came from broken homes. They were/are an amazing bunch of young people and are going to be a fantastic crew for Kevin and Laurel.
I really enjoyed the opportunity to do a long distance ride and use the time to just ponder the goodness and grace of God… The Lord is so good to speak to me during these rides, I love that He calls me away to the solitude of the open road. No interstate highways, hustle and bustle of the cities. He takes me down winding, meandering two lane roads with very little traffic and the opportunity to enjoy what He created. Some people don’t understand how I can hear the Lord as I ride my Harley but I really can. Riding allows me to clear my mind of any distractions. Always when I ride I return refreshed and the longer the ride the better. I get excited as I think about how He will reveal Himself to me on the ride this summer/fall. I am looking forward to both His encouragement and revelation of things He wants to change in my life. I want to honor Him, love Him and show others through my life, the many ways He has redeemed me, broken me, and shown me grace and mercy.
As I ride across 4 states I am struck by both the beauty and creativity of our God. The differing topography of the land, rolling hills to flat river delta, gentle curves in the road to long straight stretches as far as you can see. Each state had an abundance of wild flowers in bloom, none the same. Oklahoma had red/pink poppy’s, Arkansas had yellow daisies, Mississippi had some sort of tall white/purple flower that smelled wonderful and of course Alabama had plenty of wisteria.
I love small town America, I rode through towns with population signs of 200-400 people, life is slower, didn’t see many people talking on their cell phones in their cars. Saw lot’s of people talking to each other on lawns or front porches. Passed down main streets with the local merchant standing out front, waving as I passed by. I laughed at the old men sitting out front as well, watching what little traffic went by and probably wondering where they were headed. Stopped to get gas in south Arkansas at an old gas station, you could smell the bacon and eggs cooking and when I walked in it was like stepping back in time. It looked like an old general store, filled to the rafters with all manner of stuff. Of course I had to try the biscuits, man were they good, I got to talkin with the ladies behind the counter and the men sitting at the table, it was nice…warm and friendly the way it should be. They didn’t have to be nice, it is who they are, they wished me a safe trip and one old guy asked me if my butt hurt
but they all said stop back by when your comin through next time, you know what? I will. I’m always looking for Mayberry, not the location itself but the people and I love it when I get a little taste of how life used to be.
I pulled out of Pine Bluff, Arkansas at dawn coming home and down the road a few miles you could see the fog/mist in the fields. It was still, no wind, a beautiful clear sky at sunrise. As I rode down the highway the mist crossed over the road, it’s funny but it becomes eerily quiet when you go through fog…anyway I as I cut a path through the mist I looked in the mirror as the eddies of my passing settled back into a solid wall and Misty Edwards song came to mind about “life is but a vapor” and I realized the truth in that line. As quickly as I went through the vapor my presence was just as quickly forgotten, it was if I had not been there. I don’t want that to be true, I want to impact people as we meet. Not so that they might remember me or my name, I want to them to remember a kindness or a prayer or a simple hug at the time they needed it. I pray that the Lord will give me many opportunities to reach out and love others.
Anyway, as always the Lord blessed me with His presence and I’m grateful. He is so very good to me….