During the bike ride I took this morning, a pickup truck pulled up next to me. I was on one of those hills where I had the bike in one of the lowest gears and was barely moving. Always the positive thinker, I assumed my lack of speed was annoying to the driver who had spent a moment behind me. As I crested the hill the truck pulled beside me and the driver spoke. “Good for you,” he said, “that is some hill!” Wow, that felt good.
Little did he know there are other hills I am climbing, and his random encouragement was just what I needed. In his voice I heard the voice of God, encouraging me to keep going – not just on the bicycle, but in other things far more important.