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Through the Storms

Posted January 5, 2015 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Because I am so mobile and always on the move, it’s not uncommon to wear flannel shirts in the morning and shorts by the time I arrive at my destination. I experience all sorts of weather extremes, many times all in the same day.

Since Christmas I drove through over four thousand miles of snow, got hit by a 100mph micro burst, slid on black ice before being shut down outside Abilene, Texas. And, as I write this, I’m in shorts and t-shirt in Florida after enduring overnight thunderstorms with tornadic activity. It seems no matter where I go, I run into some sort of storm.

Such it is with the very life we live. No matter where we find ourselves while on our journey, a storm surely arises. And when it does, we sometimes want to be someplace else… any place the storms aren’t raging. But as I high-tailed it out of Abilene heading back east thinking I’d drive out of the ice storm, a weather watcher friend told me the entire country was under some sort of storm. There was no way I would enjoy clear weather that day or the next.

I could have gotten upset about it but that wouldn’t have changed the weather. I could have stopped but then I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere. No, I just needed to use the resources I have to go through the storms. I could navigate through the ice, dodge the puddles from the thunderstorms and steer clear of the tornadoes. Because I made the decision to keep moving forward, I’m sitting in eighty degree sunny weather in central Florida. 

I’ve learned a lot about storms since Christmas, both the ones I endured on the road, and those we face in life. Here are just a few insights:

The storm is going to come. You may be able to navigate around some but eventually, you’ll be faced with one head on. Face it.

No two storms are alike but everything you learned in previous storms will help you navigate the present one. Trust it.

While there are times when storms will stop you dead in your tracks, most times you can maneuver through them and safely to the other side. Navigate it.

The storm always passes. When all else fails, stop, regroup and wait it out. Endure it.

I’m so grateful for the storms. Don’t like them but I’m grateful for them nonetheless. Because of them, I’m confident I have within me the inner strength needed to weather whatever life throws at me.  So do you. 

Storms are good but the object is to navigate through them. Trust in your own God-given ability, skill and wisdom and you’ll get through every storm that comes your way. You’ll get through it and be a better person for having done it.

After all, it’s only a storm… right?

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There’s Always a Way

Posted September 27, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

When I set out on my forty mile bike ride from Orange Park, Florida to Dames Point, I knew it would be a challenging forty mile trek. I would ride through some quaint neighborhoods that are beautiful but would also have to travel some major surface roads.

Rush Hour Traffic

My experience from riding in Jacksonville for many years has been anything but friendly to bicyclists. I’ve had many close calls and just as many friends who have been struck by vehicles. Yet, I needed to get from where I picked up Dakota to where I was staying.

So, when I got to one very busy road with no shoulder, I figured out another way. I took to the sidewalk. Portions I rode while others I walked. Runners from the local high school track team sprinted by me even when I rode. Just inches away, cars whizzed by trying to avoid the rush hour traffic.

I wound my way to my destination using backstreets and made it safely home. When you really want to get somewhere, there’s always a way.

Main Street Bridge from the SouthBank

Main Street Bridge from the SouthBank

The St. Johns River winds through Jacksonville and there are only seven bridges that a person can cross. What’s more, only two of them are open for pedestrian and bicycle traffic. All are very heavily traveled. You simply can’t get from one side of the city to the other without crossing a bridge.

Today a ship struck one of the bridges: The Matthews Bridge causing structural damage. Witnesses say they saw steel falling from the bridge into the river after the ship collided with it. The bridge was immediately closed.

Thousands of motorists were forced to find another way. They made it to their destinations, perhaps to a cold supper but they made it. Because they wanted to get home to see their families, they found a way. There’s always a way.

In your own life, you have dreams and desires. Some, like stopping at Dairy Queen for ice cream, are easy. Others, not so much. Some of them are downright difficult, if not impossible. But, just like getting from where I was to where I needed to be, there’s always a way.

There's always a way

There’s always a way

It might not be pretty. I certainly didn’t look pro cyclist as I weaved and bobbed around telephone poles on the sidewalks or when I walked my bike alongside the railroad tracks. If I’d focused on how I looked, I’d have deemed my ride a dismal failure. Looking good isn’t the point. Getting safely from point A to point B is.

In your own life, don’t get hung up on those things that are not important. Focus on what’s important. When you feel stuck, remember, no matter what, there’s always a way to live your dream, and to get you where you need to be. Relax and enjoy the journey. 

When did you get stuck by focusing on the wrong thing? Did you figure a way to get through it? Share it here!

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It’s Not About the Bike

Posted August 28, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.
Heading Out at Sunrise

Setting out at sunrise

Since I began this Road to Freedom Bicycle Tour across America, I’ve said that it’s not about the bike. It’s about getting into the lives and hearts of the women who I come in contact with day after day whose lives are changed.

They have been liberated, healed and have gained courage to face their fear and find the freedom they were meant to enjoy. I’ve met such incredible people on this trip. It’s been amazing and I’m so grateful to God that He chose me to ride my bicycle for women who don’t have a voice.

While the Road to Freedom will not end, it appears the bicycle portion is completing its course. I injured my shoulder on day four of the tour. It’s been up and down but I’ve been nursing it back to health. While pushing my bike last week through ten miles of soft gravel, I apparently completed tearing what was only a partial tear to the rotator cuff. I received a diagnosis of a full thickness tear.

My original  plan was to ride back to Evansville, Indiana Monday, stay for a couple of days and slowly meander northeast to arrive in

Farm Road in Illinois

Farm Road in Illinois

Indianapolis on September 11th for the American Christian Fiction Writer’s conference. That would give it a chance to calm down and begin the healing process. Five more days there would be just what I would need to complete the rest of the tour. 

I set out on Monday morning at sunrise heading back east, careful to avoid the soft gravel road. I’d covered about 55 miles of a 70 mile ride when I tore the medial collateral  ligament in my knee. I was on the side of the road for about an hour sitting and praying. Every time I stood up, I would get dizzy and nauseous, a clear indication it was more than just a tweak. I had a serious injury.

Thankfully, I was close enough to my destination that my two new friends, Clydean and Melody, were able to come pick me up. I rode safe and sound in the comfort of a vehicle for the remainder of my journey.

As word began to spread of my injuries, I have received an incredible outpouring of well wishes, concerns about how disappointed I must be not being able to continue my ride. Although I am so grateful for the outpouring of love and support,  this recent turn of events has done nothing to deter me from my mission. The Road to Freedom is alive and well, and soon to be well traveled.

Though I can’t get on the bike right now, it’s not about the bike. Every mile I’ve ridden has been filled with challenge, ministry, hardship, fulfillment, excitement, fatigue. God has always led me to minister to others. That’s who I am. That’s who He’s called me to be.

My friend Melody said it perfectly, “well, if you can’t go to them, we’ll just have to bring them to you!” We already have ministry scheduled in her home for tonight!

 

The Ride back east to Indiana and Kentucky

The Ride back east to Indiana and Kentucky

The Lord is showing me that the Road to Freedom began on the bike, and will continue as a foundation to help women who have been the victims of violent assault and sexual abuse. That will be the direction Road to Freedom takes. What began on an bike in the vast wilderness of country roads in America will reach more people than I ever thought possible.

The bike gave birth to something that the country has hooked on to and will be used for years to come to minister to women who have suffered in silence far too long.

I will remain in the Henderson, Kentucky area until September 11th writing, planning and preparing to take Road to Freedom to a greater level. 

I will continue to blog about the experiences, adventures and truth God reveals to me through this amazing journey. I need you more than ever to help me spread the word about Road to Freedom. Though it began on two wheels, it was never about the bike, but rather about the 1 in 3 women in our country who will be violently attacked or suffer sexual abuse in their lifetime.

I will also work on the book that is coming out of this amazing adventure. I now have the time to do it!

Through your help, encouragement and prayer support,  I’ve been able to reach thousands of women, some–like Kayledean–we’ve met and shared the celebration of

Oh, that hurts!

Oh, that hurts!

triumph. Some we’ve wept with as they poured out the stories, finally having someone who would listen and understand. Others we may never meet but they are being touched nonetheless.

We have momentum and it didn’t come from the bike. It came from you helping me get the word out. And the word continues to spread. We have to keep it going. I may be shipping Dakota home but the Road to Freedom will continue to be the path I take. Please continue to take the journey with me. I’d miss you terribly if you didn’t.

Women need us. We need to bind up the broken hearted and set the captives free.

 

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Super Glue, Duct Tape and Dollar Bills… Oh, and a Miracle or Two

Posted August 24, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Dakota in the Cornfield of Western KYI spend most of yesterday going over my bike to assess damage from my ten mile ride through soft gravel. The bike itself was amazing. My tires, on the other hand, didn’t particularly care for the road at all.

I had two flat tires. As I took one  off to patch it, I noticed the tread is separating from the rest of the tire. That didn’t look good at all. Especially since there are very few bicycle shops withing a 50 mile radius of where I am at present.

But, my new friend took me 25 miles to a bike shop. I knew I was in trouble when I asked if they had any tires in my size. They replied that tires weren’t made in my size. Hmmm… I must be having a bicycle tire hallucination.

But, it is an uncommon tire size for this part of the country I’m finding out. So, I did what any other woman would do in my 2013 Bicycle Tour 010situation. I went online to see if I could find a tire. I also called friends to help me with my search. And, I super glued the tread back on.

I also pulled out the duct tape to have it ready… just in case. A total stranger called me this morning to ask me if I knew the dollar bill in the tire trick. Turns out, they work great to help cover a hole in a tire that debris could get through and puncture the tube. That tip was priceless!

 Nothing was working out. I couldn’t have a tire delivered until after Labor Day. The super glue might hold, but I could get sixty miles in the middle of nowhere and have it separate. So, I just prayed. 

Man's hand pointing on street mapThen I got a call from the same total stranger saying he looked and has two tires my size hanging in his garage and wanted to donate them to me. I was floored. I couldn’t get a tire today for anything. Every avenue I took became a dead end. Now I know why. What’s more, a couple of phone calls found a person going that way running errands and is going to pick them up for me. I don’t have to go anywhere!

There are some very important lessons from my experience that I’d like to share with you:

If you get creative with what you have, you can fix your problems. No one super glues a bicycle tire… well, unless you’re the Bicycle Lady in rural Illinois. But I have no doubt it would hold as long as it needed to!

Roadblocks aren’t a bad thing. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t get a tire. God orchestrated the whole thing so He could bless me and a man I’ve never met named Hank.

God is trustworthy. In my time of need, He was already working to meet my need. I didn’t see it but I did trust that if I had to ride on a wing and a prayer, that would work.

God’s timing is perfect. He may not allow us to stockpile our blessings, but He will always show up with provision at just

Dakota, my custom-built Waterford touring Bicycle

Dakota, my custom-built Waterford touring Bicycle

the moment we need Him to. 

Miracles do happen today. Those two bike tires in Hank’s garage are the only two tires that size in southern or central Illinois. And I never would have known about them if God hadn’t had a stranger named Hank call me. 

Out of the kindness of his heart, Hank gave tires. Out of the desire to bless, Brian drove to the nearby town to pick them up. Out of God’s abundant heart, all things worked together for good. 

Does life really ever get better than this?

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Three States, Three Deaths, Three Blessings

Posted August 21, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.
Twin Bridges over the Ohio River

Twin Bridges over the Ohio River

Yesterday I started in Kentucky. Because the twin bridges over the Ohio River into Indiana is treacherous, my new friends, Danny and Clydean offered to drive me across. I eagerly accepted!

So, as much as I would have like to have pedaled over the state line, I was grateful to have the safety of doors of a pickup truck. After a quick breakfast, they put me off in a beautiful riverfront park in Indiana. 

Before I could get out of the park, three deaths occurred. The first was my front tire. The inner tube died and I had my first full flat tire of the tour. Then my heart rate monitor died, immediately followed by my bike computer that calculates my speed and distance. 

I felt like a blind woman riding a wheelchair on an interstate highway. I patched the tire, fiddled Indiana State Lineunsuccessfully with the computer and didn’t bother to dig out batteries out of the bottom of one of my panniers (saddle bags) for the heart rate monitor. 

The ride west was pleasant through the rest of Indiana. Once I crossed over the bridge spanning the Wabash River, things began to change. 

Google maps said to “take a right toward Country Road 500 N”. What it didn’t tell me was that the road was really a path and was not marked or even named. I missed the turn off and overshot it by 2 miles. I had to ride back to it. No big deal. It was only 90 degrees and I had used half my water supply.

Wabash River Bridge

Wabash River Bridge

I rode and rode through amazing farm land over black tar asphalt rough roads. But it really was amazingly peaceful. I really didn’t notice the heat. But, I had to begin rationing my water because I was still about fifteen miles from the nearest town. And it had been miles since I passed a house.

Suddenly, a building appeared, literally smack dab in the middle of absolutely nowhere. And there was a Coke Machine out front. I’d been out in the sun long enough that I could be hallucinating, but as I approached, I discovered it was real. I deposited my coin and pulled out an icy cold Diet Coke. Just the blessing I needed!

As I rode on, the river bottom farmland gave way to steep hills. I could have done without those Illinois State Linebut I was about to learn hills were the least of my worries. Moments later the pavement turned into soft gravel. Riding a bike fully loaded with gear with my tires is a very tricky maneuver. 

I walked my bike up hills, down hills, through deep gravel and thin gravel. My cell phone had no reception so I could not check my location. I had no idea how far I’d come because I had no odometer. I had to guess. 

I hoped I was still headed toward Norris City but I couldn’t be sure. Once I pushed Dakota to the top of one hill, I saw a house off the road. I wheeled in and struggled through even deeper gravel in the driveway. I leaned my bike up against a tree and approached the house. I knocked on the front door was grateful when a woman finally answered.

Oasis in the DesertShe gave me directions to Norris City and as I turned to leave, she said, “Can I ask you what you’re doing?”

I told her about the Road to Freedom Bicycle Tour and she began to cry… that all familiar tell tale sign she’s fighting fear.

She said, “You’re the Bicycle Lady? I heard about you from a friend and I can’t believe you’re standing on my porch. I’ve been following your blog!”

She went on to tell me her story of spousal abuse and how she had just successfully obtained a restraining order. She had been afraid to answer the door but felt compelled to. She now knew why.

After I prayed with her and said goodbye, I now understood why Google maps directed me down a soft gravel road. I’m so grateful to have met Kayleedean on a soft gravel road in the middle of nowhere, USA.  Blessing number two.

Soft gravel road in Illinois

Soft gravel road in Illinois

With her directions I made it into Norris City, Illinois, a mere 18 miles from my destination for the night. I called my host and she said her daughter was coming to pick me up and would be there in less than a half hour. Blessing number three.

From pushing my bike 10 miles in gravel in the heat of the day, a ride was just what I needed.

Three states: Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois. 

Three deaths: my tire, my bike computer and my heart rate monitor

Three blessings: a ride over the the twin bridges, a Coke machine miles from anywhere, meeting Kayleedean… and the bonus blessing of a ride the last 18 miles. 

It just doesn’t get better than the adventurous day I spent on the Road to Freedom Bicycle Tour Across America.

 

 

 

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Climb the Next Hill

Posted August 15, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Barn in Western KYAfter a very restful night in a hotel room, I set out on the next leg of my journey, a 40 mile trip from Madisonville to Owensboro, KY. There were hills. One was so steep I thought I was going flip over backwards. 

I stopped and got off my bike, looked at that hill and said, “You’re mine.” With that I pushed Dakota up the mountain. The summit of that hill revealed the most beautiful rolling countryside I’ve ever seen. It was breathtaking. The next three dozen miles were filled with rolling hills, corn fields and Amish farms.

I still had hills I had trouble getting over and my legs were still sore from two hard days but it was so worth it because of what was on the other side. With the images of the last summit, I found the strength to ride up or walk up… however I did it, I made sure to climb the next hill. 

The sun shone brightly and the sky was such a rich blue, with occasional white, puffy clouds. I hardly noticed the 30mph head wind. Dakota in the Cornfield of Western KY

We all have hills in front of us, no matter where we are or what we’re doing. When our emotional legs are burning and the wind is sucked out of your emotional lungs, it’s easy to decide to quit. To cancel your plans and head for the couch. But, as my ride yesterday showed, that’s when you must climb the next hill.

Beauty and joy awaits you. The troubles of the past fade when you see the view from the top of the next hill. And you’ll be further along your journey. So, please climb the next hill. And the next… and the next… well, you get the point. 

More tomorrow, my friends.

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I Quit! Or At Least I Wanted To

Posted August 13, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

From the Farm in KYYesterday was the worst day I’ve spent in the saddle so far. After a beautiful night under the stars on a farm, daylight ushered in a the worst thunderstorm. I could not get my tent and things to shelter before they got soaked. Wet clothes and tent adds about 15 pounds of extra weight to pull up the horrible hills.

So I started out in the rain. That scenario was repeated four times throughout the agonizing day. Had there been an international airport at the top of Balls Hill, I would be back in Florida by now. Good thing that wasn’t the case.

Kentucky has swamps. Who knew?! And it was raining so hard, the water moccasins didn’t know what  do with all the water rushing down the steep hills. So they were running back and forth across the road. 

Finally, I leaned Dakota against a tree I walked up to Pat and Charlie’s back door to dodge the lightning bolts. They were very friendly, served me sweet tea and drove me the last 3 miles to my destination.

I’ve had some challenging days on the bike but today I seriously wanted to quit. But then I remembered the lady I met earlier in the day who cried when I told her why I was doing this. Her husband had beat her. She suffered horrible violence at his hands.

I also remembered all of you. You’ve come to depend on the encouragement from my journey. What I endured today is nothing compared to the violence so many women suffer. 

So, after dream  a warm shower, a plate of spaghetti and dry clothes, things are back in normal perspective. 

You will face a terrible time your life as well. You’ll want to quit. To throw in the towel. To catch a plane and get the heck outta Dodge. 

Right at this moment, I’m so grateful that I did not have an airport in my path. I’m glad I got out of the storms, away from the snakes. That will happen to you as well. Hang in there. Don’t make a decision to give up on your when the storms come. Get safely to other side and then decide.

There is a whole lot riding on your dream… too much to pack it in from a storm… or 4. Ride it out. I promise you the day will come with you will be glad you did!

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Why I Didn’t Stop

Posted July 26, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

As you read this, I’m pedaling away from my hometown of Huntsville, AL, westward toward Mississippi. So I’m sure I’ll run into all sorts of people, places and stories. I can hardly wait!

If you have been following my Road to Freedom tour, you know that while climbing a very steep hill, I took a forty foot tumble down to the bottom of a ravine. It took me over an hour and a half to get Dakota and me back up to the top of the ravine. Fortunately, we were not much worse for the trip.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been asked if I was going to pack it in and abandon the tour. When I tell them I have no intention of stopping, they marvel at how strong, courageous, and gutsy I am, particularly after hearing of the sprained shoulder and cracked rib I endured.

I’m amazed at this. First of all, I’m not doing this for me. Otherwise, I would probably still be sitting in my recliner chair occasionally glancing at Dakota sitting in the corner of my dining room. Since I’m doing this for women who are suffering from PTSD, how could I not keep going?! Because of a little tumble?

Life is full of uphill climbs with a fully loaded bicycle. Sometimes it rides smoothly, while other times we tumble off the edge. That’s just the way it is. Life wasn’t designed to always be fair. And we weren’t meant to stop living life when we tumble of the edge.

Each of us is bigger than tumbles of the edge. God created us with the ability to climb back up, reload and keep pedaling toward our goal and destination. It’s in all of us. And it’s free. All you have to do is tap into it.

Are you a “don’t quit” type of person or are you a “Ok, that’s it. I get the message. I’ll quit” person? Some of the most incredible successes in life happened to someone just past where they wanted to quit.

Did I want to quit when I broke a rib and couldn’t move my arm for a couple hours? Umm, yes. Heck yes. But did I? No. Am I glad? You betcha! The greatest blessings of my trip came right after I decided I’d keep going!

That will happen to you as well. So, just make a decision now that you will NOT quit. Keep going. Rest if you must but don’t quit. You and the world will be glad you did!

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Ain’t No Mountain High Enough!

Posted July 25, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

2013 Bike Tour America 7-22-13 004Many of you have expressed how brave you think I am for riding alone across America on a bicycle. It is nothing compared to what women face each and every day as they battle Post Traumatic Stress Disorder after having survived a violent assault. They are the heroes, not me. They are the ones who deserve the accolades and the support. 

I’ve had the privilege of sitting or standing or leaning against Dakota while tearful women pour out their stories, and the struggles that ensued. Yet, years later, they continue to fight the battle back to normal. They prove day after day that there ain’t no mountain high enough they these unsung heroes can’t climb.

Here are just a few of those stories. Of course, while the stories are real, the names and any location are fictitious to maintain their confidence.

The great break in and escape

Ginger woke up in the middle of the night to find an intruder in her home. She could see him in the other room and tried to phone 911 2013 Bike Tour 020from the bedroom. The phone slipped out of her shaky hands and skidded loudly across the hard wood floor. Her assailant brutally beat her. She spent six months in a coma and suffered from severe PTSD. 

Ginger had not been out of her home for eighteen years. No one outside her family had seen her scarred face in all those years. Then she heard about the old woman on a bicycle riding across America alone. When she asked why, her family member said, “Ginger, she’s riding for you!”

Ginger got dressed and ventured outside on wabbly knees. She allowed her family member to drive her to the town square where she found the “Lady on the Bike”. When Ginger saw me, she ran toward me and flung her arms around my neck. I thought I was going to lose consciousness before she let go. 

For over a half hour, we sat on a bench while Ginger told me how she had allowed that man to hold her captive all these years. She said she was ready to be free. I stood up, took her hand and together we walked around the town square together. One by one, women began to join us… join Ginger in her victory lap. 

Ginger made the decision that day to take her life back. Yeah, she’s a hero and proof there ain’t no mountain high enough to keep her back when all is said and done.

From Family to Freedom

cropped-Lake-Lure-NC-6.jpgFaye was sexually assaulted by a family member at a very young age. Her mother left that husband and remarried. That may have been great for mom, but it was a repeat performance for Faye. She didn’t understand and because she felt she was doing something wrong, she lived a life of shame. 

Her body grew, and so did her guilt, all the while her self esteem shrank a little more day by day. Faye was hurting so much, she did the only thing she knew to do to ease the pain: turned to drugs. She quickly became hooked on methamphetamine and rode that downward spiral. 

One day a friend told her, “Faye, you gotta stop looking back. You need to hold your head high and look straight ahead! You can’t let them control you.” 

Something stirred in Faye and she made a decision right then to overcome. She climbed the mountain. She’s been clean and sober for quite some time and is a manager of a national chain store. When she realized why I am riding the Road to Freedom Tour, she tearfully shared her story with me. 

When I looked her in the eyes and told her she was a woman of immense value and worth, tears spilled down her cheeks as she soaked in that truth for the first time. She is proof that ain’t no mountain high enough to keep a good woman down!

These are just two stories. There are thousands. I’ve only heard a smattering. Though I know the amazing power of God in these painful circumstances, I continue to stand in awe that these women can overcome so much. They defeat the odds, take life by the horns and take their life back, one step at a time.

They are heroes, every one. They deserve your praise and the hero’s welcome. They deserve your prayers and your support. Who are they? Sadly, they might just be the lady sitting next to you at the doctor’s office, or that smiling woman working the cash register at your local Walmart. 

They are amazing women of courage when they don’t even know what courage is. Pray for them. They are women of valor!

 

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Just a Few Things I’ve Learned So Far

Posted July 24, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.
Planned to vid

Planned to visit parent’s grave today. Rain foiled plans but I met the most incredible 3 women!

I’m am so blessed right now to have a respite. Fellow author Suzy Parish and her husband, Chet, have invited me into their home. Truth be told, they are spoiling me. I slept like a log last night in spite of a sprained shoulder and cracked rib. My body is very happy to not be pedaling today.

Between doing bike laundry, shopping for bug spray and travel size toothpaste, and meeting Suzy’s amazing friends, I’ve had some time for reflection over the last several days. I stand amazed at how God has orchestrated this trip. The people I’ve met and friends I’ve gained are treasures that make me the wealthiest woman in the world.

Here are just a few of the things I’ve learned along the way that I want to share with you. Whether you are a woman battling PTSD, or just someone trying to make it through your journey in life, these truths are for you:

1) There is always a solution to your problem. Always. God is not limited by what we can think of in our own intellect. He has given me amazing solutions to the dilemmas I faced along the way. Things I never would have thought of myself.

2) People want to help. By and large, the people I’ve run into along the Road to Freedom Tour genuinely want to help. Many don’t know how to help but they do want to help. What’s more, they feel so wonderful when they know they have reached out and helped someone in need. 

3) Things won’t go according to plan. Get over it. How it will go is better than your best laid plans. In the end, it will be so much

The Patio at Rosie's Cantina

The Patio at Rosie’s Cantina

better for you and all those concerned. 

4) God’s got this. He really does. No matter what is going on in your life, and no matter where you are right now, God’s in control. Trust that. 

5) God’s timing and solutions are the best. Nothing on this trip has turned out the way I envisioned for it to go. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. But, I could not have orchestrated such an incredible trip in my wildest dreams!

6) Just because you don’t know someone doesn’t make them a killer. The fact that you haven’t met someone does NOT make them dangerous, out to get you or a threat. They are just genuinely kind, considerate, intelligent, humble people just like you.

7) Each of us has a dream and passion inside us. Not once have I met anyone along my trip who said, “Gee, that’s great but I don’t ever want to do anything that makes a difference in anyone’s life. That’s a dumb pursuit.” No, when they see a 56 year old woman alone on a bicycle pedaling over a mountain with fifty pounds of gear, they say, “Wow, I’d love to be out there with you.”

Sometimes you're the engine. Sometimes you're the caboose. It's all good.

Sometimes you’re the engine. Sometimes you’re the caboose. It’s all good.

If my Journey to Freedom Bike Tour would end tomorrow, I have had enough blessings and learn enough to last ten lifetimes. But God is allowing me to keep moving ahead after my days of rest. Life has become extremely simple. Now, I just pray… and obey. When an opportunity presents itself to share my story, I do. I don’t refuse help… even if I don’t necessarily believe I need it. God sends it. I accept it, pure and simple.

I am rich. My heart if full and overflowing. My spirit soars higher than an eagle. I’m humbled that God would choose me to be blessed in such a way. You all bless my heart as well that you would take this incredible journey with me. Thank you for helping me spread the word. With you on my team, we will help millions of women find the courage to take back their life and live it to its fullest.

God bless you, my friends. 

Tomorrow I will be sharing a couple of stories of women I’ve met along the way. They will all be anonymous, of course but they will be stories of amazing courage. Don’t miss it.

 

 

 

 

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