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Refuge and Refuelling

Not now. This is time for cycling.

I found my cycling notes from 2001 – 2008. Sixty seven pages of dates, distances pedalled, average speeds and feelings recorded.


80K at 28.2. Really tired.  44K at 25.6. Good solid ride. Mountain bike day. Love the change up! Feeling hopeful. 53.24K Great ride but need a break. No bike today – just tears today. 20K in the rain and cold but very invigorating. Hills – felt really sluggish. 90K at 26.7. Bonked today after 47K – didn’t eat a good breakfast. Nice 70K – felt the Son.   

Reading this journal brought back so many memories. Most of those rides were solo because I needed to be alone. Let me tell you – 80K gives you a lot of time to think. And pray. Oh, I spent so much time talking with God as I pounded the pavement.

I still cycle . . . quite regularly in fact . . . but not like those days.

Those were years of deep emotional pain and cycling gave me the opportunity to pedal, process and pray. I cried and I yelled. I talked and I listened.  I questioned and I waited. I sang and I thought.

I learned so much about intimacy with Jesus when I was on that bike.

We all need a place where we can be real — my bike was that place. Every time I clipped into those pedals, the journey of healing continued.

We all need a refuge – a place to go to be with God.

He’s everywhere so we can be with Him anywhere.

These days, my safe place is somewhere else other than my bike but the moments of hiding away with Jesus continue to be the most refuelling and restoring time of my day.

and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3.19

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