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…on the back of the bike of life, I control very little. Will I spend the miles God gives me peering over his shoulder, scanning for danger, and shrieking “Be careful!”…Or will I slowly, purposefully, turn my head and take in the beauty?

If you pop into the church on a Tuesday morning or Monday night, you might run into an older woman laughing with a young mom; a college student setting out coffee; or a new Bridge Course graduate chatting with a long-time church member.

Why don’t we run to God? Why don’t we come to our Father all the time, bringing our struggles and questions into his throne room? Why do we so often avoid praying to the only one who can help us?

It was easy to forget what God had done, but their unbelief was still a serious sin. They persistently doubted that God would be faithful to them. They called him a liar. 

“Can God spread a table in the wilderness?” they asked with skepticism.

This particular question from Asaph’s 72 verses rattles me. It’s too familiar.

Paul was a prisoner. Again…on board a cargo ship headed for Rome…the ship, sailing too late in the season, encountered not just a storm, but a full-blown tempest…A starving, soaked, despairing group hung onto their splintering ship, tossed like a toy day after day in the crashing darkness.