Pond Pedaling

For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” Romans 8:15 (NKJV)

I was four. In route down the bank between the ponds, I had a message to tell Dad. My pink bicycle with training wheels was my ride. This was a new identity. A new freedom.

Then the training wheels sent me off course. I hit a rock and went pond pedaling. I was not afraid. My Daddy was on his way. Meanwhile I held my breath and bike and floated across the pond.

I’m alive and well today. My Daddy saved me.

But that wasn’t the lesson of my submarine adventure. Sometimes that which is
“supposed” to help throws me.

Dad carried me in one arm. My bike in the other. Smiling teeth held the cigar. I told him just how I felt about those training wheels. They came off.

I learned to balance myself. I fell. But learned each fall. They were my falls. Part of my new identity and freedom.

So too is this the case as a child of God. We must seek the Holy Spirit ourselves for what message we are to glean then fearlessly trust Father.


Thank You that I can call you Abba. And while in the midst of the falling it is hard to accept. Thank you that I am free to fall. I will seek Your lesson with each experience.





About Kelly Harris

Mother of two, care-taker of many, with a passion for faith, family, and friends. Blessed beyond measure to journey together in this thing called life along side my High School sweetheart, Dustin.
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