Pushing a Bicycle

A vivid memory of pushing my bicycle up a hill still lingers in my mind 50 years later! I was angry. My Dad had disciplined me for something I did wrong. I don’t remember what I did, but I’m sure I was guilty.

His discipline involved a swat or two with a folded belt across the sit-down part of my body. I remember thinking that he could not possibly love me to treat me that way.

The physical hurt passed within minutes, but the anguish I felt that he didn’t love me weighed heavy.

Within seconds another thought hit me. “I’m pushing my bicycle up a hill.” That bicycle was a red and silver Western Flyer my Dad bought for me brand new at the Western Auto store just a few weeks earlier. He gave it to me for my birthday.

He brought it home on the evening of my birthday after he had worked ten hours at his grocery store. He surprised me that evening with that beautiful gift. That was one of my happiest childhood moments!

I remember my immature mind trying wrap itself around the two thoughts. I had trouble understanding how my Dad could hurt me and bless me. Both the pain and the gift came quickly and unexpectedly from the same person!

Now, after 60 years of school, experiences, jobs, and raising a family, I still have days filled with the glee of God’s blessing and then days filled with pain and struggle. Yet there is One God who rules over all.

All I can do sometimes is feel very small in the presence of a loving, almighty, heavenly Father, who is a lot smarter than me, whom I can trust and serve no matter if the days are happy or painful!

My child, don’t reject the LORD’S discipline, and don’t be upset when he corrects you. For the LORD corrects those he loves, just as a father corrects a child in whom he delights.

Proverbs 3:11-12 NLT

 Our Father, thank-you for loving us. Thank-you for being so smart, that we can trust You no matter what life throws at us.









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Pastor Denny

Pastor, Husband, Father, PawPa

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