Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Belle and the Scooter Queen . . .

LORD, You have assigned me my portion and my cup; 
You have made my lot secure. 
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; 
surely I have a delightful inheritance. 

I have set the LORD always before me. 
Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.  

You have made known to me the path of life; 
You will fill me with joy in Your presence, 
with eternal pleasures at Your right hand.
  
PSALM 16:5-6, 8, 11 

I love this photo!  You know why?  Because it was taken in the church parking lot one Sunday morning by someone I admire who thinks I am cool!  LOL!  (How's that for being perfectly honest!) 
 

The picture was snapped earlier this year—probably January or so (I can tell because I'm wearing the Big Wooley, my $7 Value Village score)—at a time when I loved riding Belle anywhere that didn't require me to go faster than 48-50 mph ('cause that's about all she'd
do with a motorcycle mama of my magnitude sitting pretty on her). Church and the School House qualified.

I had acquired Belle precisely one weekend after the Big Thanksgiving Crash of 2012 (another post for another time, but I still have the scars from that one), and I was so attuned to her that it never occurred to me to be unhappy or uncomfortable with the fact that she was a Vitaro and not a Harley—she fit me perfectly.

She fit me perfectly. At the time. Obviously, I outgrew her, and now I'm in love with a Suzuki named Sam. (I can also envision a time when I'll love a bigger Suzuki or a Kawasaki, even, but that's for another time . . . ) The point is, when she was my ride, she was my ride, and I reveled in  every minute with her. She was my delightful inheritance and the boundary lines were in pleasant places as we explored them together.

My prayer for you is that you are embracing your journey of this moment—with its boundary lines—because you know that your lot is secure because it is He—not your circumstances—Who has prepared the path before you. For His purposes. His plans. And His glory.

Still in the wind,

Pamm

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