The air was filled with the rich odor of farm fields, and when the warm summer wind pushed amidst the helmet of rider, there came through the open visor the heavy scent of the slurry, or the more delicate perfume of the open farm fields surrounding the rolling roads.
From the corner of the saddle-bags on which the biker was leaning , sipping on water to rehydrate, staring into the vast world, filled the biker’s eyes with the beauty of the Lord’s creation. Could the aromatic fields and the gleam of the sunshine bring a sense of peace and joy? Honey-colored landscape cover the rolling hills with beauty so unique as God; and now and then the whispers of shadows from birds in flight flitted across the long open roads that were stretched in front of the biker, producing a kind of memory that only the action camera attached to the helmet could capture to share and make the biker think of those days that have so quickly passed. Through the eyes of a biker does art of nature convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sudden and ever changing views murmur like the bees finding their way through the long clover fields. In an insistence, round the next bend, the sun sets, glistening in the mirrors. The biker seems to make the motion stop once more. The dim light of headlights illuminates the darkness and makes the journey even that more interesting. As one journey ends another one will only takes its place!
In the centre of the road, stood an animal upright and still. Like a full-length portrait of a young buck of extraordinary beauty, frozen in front of the bike. With some little distance away, was the biker, the artist herself, whose sudden actions and skill caused, at the time, flawless maneuvering.
As the painter, God’s creation offers gracious comfort the biker, who had so skillfully executed the art of riding. A smile of pleasure passed across her face, and seemed about to linger there. But she suddenly throttled up, and placed her fingers upon the levers, preparing for every possible obstacle within her path. Some only have curious dreams of such freedom and joy, which the biker experiences.
“It is God’s best work, life, the best thing to do is to live it with happiness. The biker certainly is blessed to be alive. The trip is never too long or too short. Whenever the motorcycle moves, the glorious thing is the Creator, God, is there, with His armor and weapons to protect the biker, who stands strong in her faith. Yet, so many people have not been saved through faith in Jesus. There is only one thing in the world, and the world’s not talking about, eternal life, it is in faith in Jesus, the only way to eternity!
I know you will laugh with me on my journey. I really can’t wait to share it. I have put too much of myself into it, my faith, and my journey will continue on the road, just waiting for the biker to take on the pavement and into the next sunset. What road lies ahead fascinates me. I feel quite sure, you will want me to share.
Wrights On A Mission 