What Are Friends For

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Why didn’t you call me? I would have loved to have had the opportunity to help.

I don’t know, it just seems like the only time I call you is when something is wrong or I need help with something.

Hey listen, I care about you and I enjoy spending time with you. I don’t view it as an effort, but as a chance to return some of the blessings that I have received in the past. Please don’t rob me of that.

Sorry, I’m just embarrassed about needing help all the time. You take the time to help me out of a jam and even give me great advice on things. But too often I ignore the advice and do the wrong thing anyway. So, that makes it pretty difficult to come crawling back asking you to bail me out time after time.


Have I ever brought anything like that up?
Do I throw the past up in your face?
Don’t you get it? I love you, and call you all the time just hoping you might answer.
You will never be an annoyance to me.
I don’t act through obligation but through love.

I can’t begin to tell you how many times this conversation has occurred between the Father and I. Most of these times are as I’m riding down a country road making my way to no particular destination. For some reason riding has always allowed me to feel close to God. As the miles click by, the world loses its icy grip and I begin to feel again. The mind numbing noise of life begins to fade and Gods peace finds me again. His gentle hands begin to soften this battle hardened heart and the road becomes blurry as my eyes well up with soul washing tears.
I enjoy those magical miles when He rides with me. Maybe that is why I find such peace when I ride.

But now with snow on the ground and the v twin motor silent in its cold frame. I find it difficult to find the peace that visited me on those days cruising by the river. So on these days, I grab my Bible and walk out to the shop, turn on the heat and turn on some music. There God and I have conversations that seem to renew my soul and still the storms that struggle to pull me down. On this particular afternoon He found me or I found Him I’m not sure which, but just like I expected, there He was, waiting to sit with me. I thanked Him for watching after my family friends. Then He listened to me tell Him about my disappointments and frustrations.
In no time at all the shop went from a dark cold room to a cozy place of warmth and peace.

Larry: Hey, it’s me.
I needed to let you know that I need your help.

GOD: I thought you would never ask!



Remember to always ride the narrow road, and come back and see us again.
Your traveling companion, Larry