The Bike Dream

Last night, really this morning as I was not wanting to get up, I had a dream.  I dreamed I was coming out of an old building.  It was a church or school or something.  There were several steps and landings to go down.  I was peddling on a bike.  My whole family was on the back of the bike and I was trying to keep us balanced and upright.  I was anxious and a little fearful.  I started down the stairs.  They were crumbling beneath me, then I would come to a landing for a second or two only to go down 3 or 4 more steps.  This went on for a few moments until suddenly I lost control of the bike and we were about to fall.  Then I woke up.

This morning as I have sat pondering trying to calm my soul from the late night, the crazy activity night at church, the late start this morning, the late kids to school, the anger and frustration of all that is not done around the house and all that is required of me tonight I was reminded of that dream.  But then I was reminded of the angels that are all around me, holding me up and keeping me from falling.  I still felt like they were just able to keep up but were running just as fast as I was speeding out of control but then the image of my Savior came into my head.  I picture Him putting his hands on the handle bars and guiding me down the stairs.  There are still bumps, still speed, but it is controlled and it is buffeted as to what it could be.  I am much more calm knowing that He has the handles.  I relax and feel grateful. 

This morning I joked with Derek that we should become inactive because then we wouldn't have to go to activities during the week and everyone could get to bed on time.  But truthfully I couldn't ride through this life without the gospel.  I know I am kept from so many things.  I know that the Lord has my best interest at heart and if I will just let Him lead me, give Him the handles, I will be well taken care of.  I am so grateful for this knowledge and feel so blessed to have it in my life.