Pedal, Praise and Pray
As I pedal and praise, I blast worship music on my phone – and I pray from the first push on a pedal until I stop and stretch.
As I pedal and praise, I blast worship music on my phone – and I pray from the first push on a pedal until I stop and stretch.
How do I hold this living grief? How do I drink this boiling sea of suffering? Father, gather these shards. Redeem the years the locusts have eaten. Scoop up these bits and pieces, and hold them in Your Hands until Your grace floods every crevice...
Prayer is not a new concept for me. As a child, I remember praying nightly for my dad and younger brother who were diagnosed with a genetic disease.
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