Rising To The Occasion

I like to play and have fun. I think I like that more than most people. I’m not just saying that—I can’t tell you how many times I ask my boyfriend Rob or other people I know if they want to go somewhere or do something and they just don’t respond with much energy. Okay, sometimes they go, but I get the idea that they go because I asked, not because they really wanted to, and they generally don’t enjoy it as much as I do. They tell me that.

I can think of two pretty big fun things this past year. I went to Africa, and I retaught myself to ride a regular bike and then got an electric bike that I just love.

When I describe to people the incredible adventure Africa was, or the joy of riding my ebike, secretly I want them to go out and buy an ebike and join me and ask me if they can come along to the next trip to Africa because it sounds so incredibly amazing that they can’t wait to go. With me. But what I get is polite listening, or impolite ignoring, or all the reasons they wouldn’t ever do either one. Luckily I have a woman friend who likes to travel and we’ve done travel before – she is the one who went to Africa with me, and she is a great traveling friend. I am hoping to find that ebike partner. I sure hope to find someone before I get too tired to ride.

Do you think it is too frivolous to pray for stuff like this? This kind of thing doesn’t seem to rise to the occasion of mentioning it to God. In a time of such world suffering and tragedy that fills my heart with universal mourning for the living and dead from Turkey’s earthquake, I wonder if there is any prayer at the moment other than, “Help them.”