This morning's commute was like the Lord had some extra time on His hands, so He decided to come along for a ride. The temps were mild (upper 40's). The skies were clear. The sun was rising. The wind was to my back. The traffic was next to nonexistent. All the traffic lights turned green as I approached.
I've often said, the second hardest part of a bike commute is arriving at your destination. For this morning's ride, that truth was especially poignant. I didn't want to stop, but two things caused me apply the brakes.
First - I am not financially independent. I need this job.
Second - I figured God had more pressing matters to attend to than ride with me all day long.