Today’s Inspiration Station With Rhonnie Scheuerman
Wonderful Story Written by Author ‘Ashley Kappel’ Below
In the weeks following Dad’s death, I took long walks around my neighborhood , exploring new paths in an effort to erase the memories of old ones. One afternoon my husband Brian suggested we take a bike ride together, a departure from my usual routine.
We put on our helmets and headed out into the Atlantic coast down hill, felt my heart lift, but on the harder up hills my Spirit sank. Spiraling into my own private world of sorrow, I began to cry.
Brian, helpless as he navigated the quick path home, kept trying to talk to me, but I couldn’t bring my self to answer for fears my sobs,” would utterly consume any energy I had left.
Suddenly , the skies opened and a torrential ran flood down. I slipped on the pavement as I tried to follow Brian to the shelter of an ancient oak tree, leaving a pedal-shaped gash in my calf.
Brian helped me as I sobbed, “It’s not the bike, It’s not the bike”. He quizzed me tighter and simply said, “I know”.
Soon the rain eased and we were able to pedal home. Throughout the entire rid back, I never felt alone. I had Brian, who had held me, and God. Who had heard my cries and cried right along with me.
Lord, you bring me comfort in my times of need. Help me to keep my eyes on You as I seek peace and joy again !