My weaknesses for Your strength

This is the first photo I have every taken of my new flashy red bicycle. It has already accompanied me for many lone adventures in the cheery sunny mornings or cool breezy nights. Tonight there was BlueBike to accompany RedBicycle out for a long night cycle and Roti Bomb at the Thomson crispy prata house. It was a great relaxing night out.

It's as if the wind carries all my worries away to the world, as if I'm too busy greeting every flower by the pathways for anything else in the world. As I was on my way to meeting BlueBike, I thought of how an old friend once chided me for always wanting to escape, always wanting to take the easy way out instead of braving the storms. And then I remembered the cause. And then I remembered my promises to You. And I remembered.


How wide is Your love
That You would stretch Your arms
And go around the world
And why for me would a Savior's cry be heard

I don't know why You went where I was meant to go
I don't know why You love me so

Those were my nails, that was my crown
That pierced Your hands and Your brow
Those were my thorns, those were my scorns
Those were my tears that fell down

And just as You said it would be
You did it all for me
After You counted the cost
You took my shame, my blame
On my cross

How deep is Your grace
That you could see my need
And chose to take my place
And then for me, these words I'd hear You say

And I am not going to escape anymore.