I’ve gotten an barrage of emails, phone calls, texts, messages from all over the country wanting to know where I am right now. No one-including me-knew where I’d be after my conference in Indianapolis.
So, to set the record straight, I’m homeless! Seriously! But it’s not what you think. Two months before I departed on the Road to Freedom Tour, I gave up a rented condo in Orlando, put my belongings in storage and headed to South Carolina to do some hill training. Today, my belongings (yes, all my woodcarvings I created out of pieces of wood) remain in storage. There simply wasn’t room to take them on the bike. 🙂
Today, I’m in northern Florida. I’ve had to recharge my cell phone four times today because I’ve been on an endless number of phone calls plotting and planning the next step of my journey. Before I tore my rotator cuff in my shoulder and the medial collateral ligament in my knee, I knew Road to Freedom was growing very big. I was already getting picked up by local and regional media.
I’d also talked to 1346 women in 1700 miles of pedaling. That’s almost a woman per mile average. There are too many women who must hear this message and get set free from the emotional prison to reach them all by bicycle. When I tore the ligament in my knee, I knew it was bad. Really bad. It would take weeks and probable surgery to repair it.
Interestingly, except for the two hours I spent on sitting on the side of the road dizzy from my injury and unable to stand, I’ve had not a single moment of angst regarding the injury, or the fact that I wouldn’t be mounting Dakota again for a while. I trust God. This is all part of His divine plan for me, countless women and Road to Freedom.
How do I know? I can’t list all the miraculous things God did on this trip in a single blog post. There are just too many and blog posts are way too short. Guess you’ll have to get the book when it comes out, but I would like to tell you a couple. I only recently revealed these publicly. You’ll see why in a moment.
When I knew God led me to do this, I told him I would go wherever He wanted me to go and do whatever He wanted me to do. That was my reasonable service. He, on the other hand, would have to be Jehovah Jireh, my provider. I put away credit cards, debit cards and access to assets of any kind. When I rolled out of Greenville, South Carolina on July 13th, no one but God knew that I had only twenty-two dollars and change in my pocket.
I spent 60 days making my way across the country and traveled over 1700 miles. Not once did I ever ask for money or tell anyone about how much money I did (or didn’t) have. In fact, I never mentioned money to anyone. In 60 days I never ran out of money. I never missed a meal. I never lacked for any need to be met. God stirred the hearts of His children, complete strangers, to buy my lunch, or give me water. I decided early on to trust God…no matter what.
When I injured my shoulder and my knee, I didn’t fret. I knew God was in this tour and there would be a way to continue Road to Freedom even off the bike. Turns out, I’ve done more ministry and met more women off the bike than on it. More women have received the message that God loves them and wants them to be free of the fear, shame and horror of their attack than in the two months of riding.
While I was sitting with my leg propped up in a recliner chair, my friend Melody offered these words that have since turned out to be rather prophetic, “If you can’t go to them, God will bring them to you.” At the time, I thought she was referring to a particular speaking engagement I had that week. Turns out, God had different plans.
I’ve learned to trust God… no matter what. Whether I have a flat tire, a torn ligament or no clear direction, I know I can still trust God. That truth brings peace. And God is completely trustworthy. He’s proven that over and over again. So take it from a woman who rode 1700 miles by faith, you can trust God… no matter what!
Are you trusting God? When was the last time you were placed in a position when you had to trust Him? Share it here!