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A Lonely Moment

One day, I was on a very long bike ride but foolishly had not checked over the bike before I mounted it.  A responsible cyclist will always take the time to do a safety check but I was so excited about going on the ride that day that I grabbed my helmet and water bottles, hopped onto my bike and took off!

I had been riding for about an hour and had settled into a nice, smooth pace.   It was a hot day and when I looked down for my water bottle, I saw a short bungee cord hanging from the top bar of my bike frame.  Well, that definitely wasn’t supposed to be there and I should have stopped, gotten off my bike and removed it.  However, I didn’t want to interrupt my pedaling rhythm so I reached down to remove the cord, while I was on the bike.

BIG mistake!

The hook on the end of the cord got caught up in the front wheel and suddenly, I found myself flying over the handlebars.   I have my gymnastics days to thank for the fact that I naturally tucked in my head as I somersaulted onto the road.  When I landed, the bike and I went our separate ways.  The bike continued sliding across the road until it slammed into a tree.  I ended up with a painful dose of road rash down my right leg and across the back of my neck but what really hurt was my shoulder.   It was later confirmed that I had broken my collar bone and separated my left shoulder.

Meanwhile, the driver of a car that had been approaching from the other direction had witnessed this act of stupidity and immediately stopped to survey the damage.    I couldn’t look up with out feeling a shooting pain in my shoulder and neck so all I could see were the driver’s black running shoes.  He wanted to know who he should call for me.

I remember this moment as if it was yesterday.  I sat in the middle of that road and I couldn’t think of anyone who would come and help me.  This incident happened a few years ago and in that particular season of life,  my husband had recently left our family, my teenage daughters were angry at me,  living away from home and my son was too young to drive.  It was the summertime… friends had gone away on holidays… it seemed like no one was there for me.

I asked the man with the black running shoes to call an ambulance.  He took my bike,  gave me his contact information and I was whisked away to a hospital emergency room, where I lay in a hallway for five hours, until a doctor was able to examine my injuries.   Eventually, I took a taxi home and that night, I lay in bed and wept for hours.  I have never felt so lonely.

Have you ever felt that kind of loneliness? It grips you… for a time.

Lamentations 3:23,24 says “Because of the Lord’s great love, we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.”

It took six weeks before I was able to physically get back on my bike.  But that next morning’s light heralded a new day and I was not consumed… so I feebly pressed on, holding on to God and His Word.

God is faithful… No question about that… He is faithful… Undoing one knot at a time.

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  1. Danae

    I’m sorry mom. Wish that we could go back and change things…I hope you know that would never happen now!!! 🙂

    Love you. Thanks for the talk tonight!!!

    • I love our talks, Danae….we have a lot of catching up to do. Love mom

  2. Coco

    I wish there was a “like” button on WordPress.com (similar to Facebook’s design)!
    It’s a sad story, but it really explains to me why cycling means so much to you, Diane! You have experienced many obstacles in life, but this one is the saddest one >”< I am so surprised you broke your collar bone once!

  3. Leigh

    YOU are such an example of strength to me, Di! i weep as i read this. i too, am living in this place right now and am praying for God to “be enough” for me~ xoxo

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