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| The Maverick 2007 |
“You have two mistresses!” I jokingly say to the Maverick. “Your computer and your bicycle—and not
necessarily in that order.”
If he didn’t kiss me first thing
when he wakes up in the morning, before he turns on his computer, I probably
would feel a little insecure. But he does. :-) (Kiss me, that is!)
And if he
would rather go bicycling that spend time with me, then I’d probably be resentful; but he doesn't.
As it is, I listen to him dream about a
custom-built bicycle—which will cost almost £1,100—complete with bells and
lights. When he starts waxing lyrical
about “JOG-LE”, I just smile and thank God for passion.
What’s “JOG-Le”? It stand for two destinations—you start and
one point and end at the other; John O’Groats, Scotland to Land’s End,
England. The course takes a traveller—whether
walker or bicyclist—diagonally across Great Britain. Some people start at the top and go south,
whilst others prefer to leave Land’s End and work their way north. Often this journey is done by folk who want
to raise money for charity. Others want
to do it for the sheer accomplishment of it.
To be honest, I often think how
wonderful it would be to make the journey with him—on a bike of my own. However, my current fitness level prevents
it. So, I dream of being healed from the
depression and fatigue.
When
I was in my twenties, I used to ride a one speed bike that I stopped by
back-peddling. The bike had been my Mom’s,
which she got when she was sixteen years old.
It was a solidly built bike and very comfortable to ride.
I’d get up before work and ride
a 10-mile course around town six days a week.
Sometimes I’d ride in the evening, the basket on the front holding a
tape-recorder, which I used to play music.
I loved riding on evenings of the early summer, before the days were suffocating
with humidity and heat. Occasionally I’d
even go riding in the warm rain.
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| Me getting ready to roll! |
In 2007 The Maverick and I went
bicycle shopping for a bike for me—and the one I bought was a little too
big. But I did ride it—and The Maverick
and I would peddle around Eton, Windsor, and Black Park and around the
neighbourhood. We’d usually stop for tea
and a treat. I really miss doing that
now. But I’m praying that I’ll be able
to do that again.
The other day The Maverick and I
were discussing that I’d been having quite a few bad days over the last week. We discussed that I needed to picture myself
doing the things I wanted to do, and to keep my mind focused on the promises of
God. Some days I do try to push myself,
push beyond the weariness, the head-aches and the burning eyes and do what
needs doing. Other days I just surrender
to the sleep that wants to claim my body.
My Darling Husband keeps praying for my health to be restored—believing God
will answer our prayers.
I may tease The Maverick about
his “pre-occupation” of bicycling—and the preference he has for staring at his
computer rather than watch television with me.
But everyday The Maverick makes a point of showering me with cuddles and
kisses, as well as teasing me, encouraging me and eating our meals
together. He’s proven that I am his main
concern by bringing me treats—like fruit or chocolate. He concerns himself with doing things around
the flat that I want doing, or even that just need doing.
As I write this, he’s using some
nasty smelling chemicals to clean and service his bicycle—which he refers to as
his “Trusty Steed.” Great! Thanks for making a mess on my cleaned-up
balcony! Guess the balcony is better
than the lounge carpet.
Although he could be out riding
right now, he’s busy being a good steward; bike maintenance to make this one
last as long as it can.
As for my bike—it’s out on
loan.
Truth be told, The Maverick
might frustrate me on occasion—as I do him.
For the most part, I enjoy our banter about his hobby—because I believe
that eventually I will be healthy enough to share it with him again.
Serving Jesus, Author of our faith,
"Lady Helene"
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