The ride...

It was a chilly ride. I rode down to the lake. It was windy.

I can see the waves crashing among the rocks.
I can hear the wind.
Despite the multi-layer winter gears I donned on, I cannot say I am warm. Though I cannot not say I am freezing.

I stood there by the lake. In the summer time, the place is packed with families. Today, no one.

As I rode my bike, I shared with Him my struggles.

The heart ache and the groans. The pains and the uncertainty. The doubt and the fear.

There are times when He will response. And times when He remains quiet.

Today is one of those times He chose not to speak. Though the silence, I know He can hear me.

During the ride, this lyric resonate through me...

"May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart, be pleasing to you"

As the sunset,
I rode home...