It's Like Riding a Bike

We've been home for a few days now. Getting settled in. Straightening. Making our first little forays back into 'normal' life. It's good to be back home - but it's also frustrating. Being home is like riding a bike - we just do what we do. Which I suppose is OK, but my time in Canada was a time when God whispered anew to me. I musn't just do what we do.

In other news, Malia is struggling mightily to ride a bike before our traditional camping weekend with a bunch of families this weekend. We work on it together on the baseball infield at the park close to our home. I don't think I can describe the joy of watching her work and focus. I'll be a fortunate father indeed if she takes the courage I see in her now and applies it to the bigger challenges that await for her as she grows. It strikes me, as I watch her, that learning to ride a bike is more than just learning to ride a bike.