Neva Lamb’s Weblog

Recently my husband, son and myself were enjoying a lovely Saturday afternoon in the front yard. Christian was riding his bike and Jason and I were cleaning out the van. The sun was out and it was warm and beautiful. All of this sudden I heard screaming and crying and I did not see Christian. He had wiped out big time on his bike. Bleeding elbow, knees, and side and many tears. When we asked how he fell he said, “I rode with no hands and no feet!”

There is a spiritual application in there somewhere. After cleaning him up I began to think about when the last time was that I let go and rode my bike with no hands and no feet. I began to think about the freedom you feel when you are coasting and feel the sun on your face, the wind in your hair and there is not a worry in sight. Christian took a big risk. Sometimes those really pay off and sometimes they make you crash and burn. Big risk big reward.

I think I need to take more risks. I have become “safe” in my early 30’s. I don’t like that. I am always thinking about the worse case scenario and then acting on it. Is that because I am a women? Is that because I have kids now? Why do I try to have things within my control? I don’t know, but I think I am going to start approaching life with the “no hands and no feet” attitude more often. Who knows, I might just have fun!

Look world, “No hands and no feet!”