Spreading the fragrance of God's grace everywhere
Does the word “witnessing” make you squirm?It does me. I know I need to share my belief in Jesus with those who don’t know Him or what He has done for them, but I get scared. I’ve seen witnessing done so badly that I’m afraid my listeners will immediately label me as one of those crazies. [Read more…]
Hands gripping the handlebars with elbows stuck out like an imitation of the Chicken Dance, she careened down the sidewalk in a zigzag pattern that looked like she was traversing switchbacks up the side of a mountain cliff. My husband trotted beside her, trying to stabilize the bike.
As she veered toward the street, Jack hollered at her to stop. Without braking, slowing, or even putting a foot down, still holding the handlebars with a death-grip, she vaulted over the seat and landed on both feet.
I must have gasped. Jack ordered me in the house. “There’s some things dads and daughters have to do and mothers have to turn their heads,” he told me.
She was ecstatic. She had ridden her bike. Didn’t she do a great job?
Well . . . if you call that riding a bike.