The last two summers, I have taken up cycling on old railway trails. We have a lot of trails in Ontario, Canada. We set out on Mondays because my husband, Maurice, is off from work and it’s our day to connect.
This past Monday we drove to a town called Fergus, which is a 1/2 hour away from home. We went on the trail by 11 a.m. (I would have loved to start earlier, but the tube needed fixing again.) We stopped 6 miles by Bellwood lake for a snack and then continued on to Hillsburg 20 miles further down the path. The path is straight and is well groomed.
We went across many county roads and we saw a lot of farms. We were in Hillsburg by 3 and after we had rested for a bit, we started back. We were aways back when I noticed the bike grip on my handlebar had come off. My husband said, “I will be back!” and took off in search of my handlebar grip. I was taken aback, as Maurice went so quickly.
I waited for him to return for what seemed like forever and there was still no sign of Maurice.
I began to worry that he had fallen off his bike.
I rode back in 3 kilometers, but I did not see him. I began to pray. I was upset. I asked people if they had seen him. One man helped me, speaking to my fears. He reassured me that he would be on the trail. Another lady told me to go back the car. I was beginning to stutter as I was upset. I began to speak irrationally.
The verse, “Thou will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee” came to my mind.
During this time there was dove on the trail and I immediately thought of God’s peace and presence. I asked God to give me peace so I could hear from Him. I then began to speak truth: God is in control. I am not. God is trustworthy.
I then spoke against my anxiety by pleading the blood of Jesus.
I turned around and there was my husband in his red plaid jacket and blue jeans.
After much rejoicing, we started on our way back as darkness fell. Along the way, the tube in the tire went flat. Maurice pumped it, but it went flat again. This time instead of letting my fear and anxiety overcome me, I prayed for the tire.
We went 16 kilometres back to the car with no more flats.
We made it home safely and I am thankful for the God ministered to me on the trail.
My name is Margaret and I live in Kitchener, Ontario. I am married to my husband Maurice. I like to write and walk and bike. I love encouraging people through prayer and hands on by making meals and baking.
I love to dress up in funny hats and sunglasses.