While I was biking

I didn't make it to church today. I do not like not making it to church on Sundays. I rather enjoy the time spent in corporate worship, especially at my church full of multi-cultural-ness, people who are so in tune with their Savior that His light practically shines from their faces and you can feel His touch in their embrace. I love my church, my community, the openness, the fact that after a service you can leave, stand around talking for 30 min (which is my norm and I love it), pray for others or receive prayer, and get a group together to grab some local cuisine. So, I missed that this morning, but as I was on my long bike ride pumping my legs to release some pent up energy and aggression I was thinking, call it praying if you will, but I will say sometimes it seems to be one in the same; if I'm in my head and God is in my head (and heart) then my thinking and praying overlap a lot. Anyways, I was prayinking (new word), "God, what would you have me learn? What are you trying to teach me? It's hard, I'm emotionally drained, why? What are you saying?" Then I thayed *thought/prayed* maybe it's not about me...maybe I should be asking instead, "God, what can I learn about you? What new aspect of you is being revealed?"
I then thought to the story told by my friend at Life Group last week about how she was out in nature, the wind was strong and she heard God tell her that sometimes He just likes to blow. Because he can. Because He is God. Because He created these things and maybe, just maybe it's not all complex and intricate and he just wants to.
So, I'm thinking...maybe you just want to ride bike with me. You just want to sweat and live and be tired and be my BIG PAPA GOD who comforts me when I'm emotionally drained b/c you can and you will. I'm okay with that. I'm thankful for that. Maybe you just want me to see you for who and what you are at this moment...you became all things to all people...you became man, you became like me...why? I will never know you, God, would want to come to this earth from Heaven.
I guess that's why it's so special and we know you love us so much and we mean so much to you that you wanted to send your Son to walk with us, experience the doll drum of human life, the struggles with single-ness, the labor to survive (Granted carpentry and PT looks a bit different then and now, but gotta go to work, bake the dough, fetch the water, and feed the dog), the sore muscles, the tired eyes, the alone time, the festival time, the daily grind time. Thanks God for coming to Earth so I can identify with you, so you can identify with me.
Thanks for blowing.