A Lesson on Trust

Paul and I are really awesome parents that strap our kids to the back of our bikes and drive around our little neighborhood. We usually will go to the country club across the road and drive around and look at their $ two million plus homes. (There is a purple house there that seriously looks like it was designed for Disney World as a fairy princess house. EVERYTHING is a shade of purple - the house, shutters, lamp posts in the yard, the mailbox . . . and Abby loves it!)
We went on our first ride for the year this past Thursday. It was a lovely day and we needed to get out of the house. We packed a picnic lunch and headed out for a ride to the park. Abby was excited that we were going on a ride, but she forgot what a bike ride was like. I put her in the back of my bike in her seat and she started to FLIP OUT! She was in a huge panic. She just knew that she was going to fall and get hurt. Besides that, the seat has a little bit of give to it to aid in a smoother ride. She didn't like that she could bounce. I rode around the parking lot of our church a little bit to get her more comfortable - nothing doing! She started to scream and cry - begging me to let her out. Well, that was an impossibility. I wasn't going to walk to the park, and a drive there is out of the question - she had to stay put. We started on our journey and she settled down a little. She was clinging to the bar across her seat for all she was worth, knowing that it would save her if the bike were to fall over. I tried my best to tell her that we would be alright and that she just needed to trust me - that I would protect her. But these words fell on deaf ears. We started to talk about other things and that helped to keep her mind off the ride. She made it to the park. We had lunch and enjoyed our time playing - but when the ride home came up, she agreed to go - but I could see a little bit of reservation in her eyes. The ride home was a long one. We took the long way back (which is about an hour). She still clung to the bar of her seat and would make a comment here and there about how she didn't like the ride. Upon arriving at our house, I took her out of her seat and she looked at me with those big blue eyes and said " That wasn't too bad, Mommy!"
The whole time this was going on, the Lord was tugging at my own heart reminding me to simply trust Him. This whole situation is out of my hands. I can't cling to anything but Him. He is in control of this big journey. I can't fall from His hand - He has promised to be with me and to help me. I need to learn to trust Him. And, I know that at the end of this journey, I will be able to look back and see all the wonderful things that the Lord has taught me and see His hand in all of this and I too will be able to say "That wasn't too bad, Lord - and thank You for the journey."