Left Behind But Not Left Out

Seventeen of us set out, the day a bit dreary. Colder than expected. Slight drizzle.IMG_1500

Four of us never made it.

Sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? If you’re one of the ones left behind, it is dramatic.

Let me back up the boat a bit. Our extended family was going for a bike ride in the Rockies. We’d planned it, thought about it, anticipated it. Two hours of peddling up steep inclines and coasting down sweet descents. Surrounded by beautiful mountains, lakes and greenery that would have Crayola bamboozled trying to come up with enough color names.

About a mile into the ride, three bikers riding abreast were coming at us. They saw us, and we thought they’d move to their own side.

It’s the biker thing to do.

They didn’t.

In rapid succession, our group pulled to the side, braking quickly. It looked like a bad dance move. With bikes.

Everyone was able to stop safely. Almost everyone remained upright.

Except Tiffany.

She braked with both the front and back brakes. Not smooth. Abrupt.

And she went over the top of her handlebars.

She used her left hand to brace her fall, hitting her head as she went down. (Am I grateful for helmets!)

My daughter’s a tough cookie. She couldn’t help but cry, but she was determined to go on. She pushed her bike and met with resistance. One of the guys adjusted her gears, and everyone seemed good to go.

No one bothered trying to ride her bike.

Tiffany got on, pushed off, and frowned a bit.

And kept going. Her arm cradled in front of her.

We urged the others to go on. I stayed back with Tiffany, her husband Ramsay and my youngest, Debbie.

We were going really slowly. Something wasn’t right.

The rain was coming down with more enthusiasm. Cold was beginning to bite at our bones. And Tiffany, ever the trooper, finally agreed to let Ramsay race ahead to the rest of our group to get the keys to the car. We needed help.

We watched him ride off, faster than he should have ridden, in the rain and slick and cold.

He had no coat.

We waited. Shivering. And Tiffany finally admitted how badly her arm hurt. The tears came, unbidden.

Debbie and TiffanyDebbie and I tried to act as comic intervention. Debbie was the comic. I laughed. Until we realized laughter made it hurt worse.

When I tried to push Tiffany’s bike, I realized she wasn’t just battling a bad arm. Her bike was broken. She was working against pain and brokenness.

So we waited in silence. And I found I was deeply affected by the sense of being left behind, even though we’d urged everyone to go ahead. In the cold and rain, not knowing exactly where we were, it felt lonely.

I was impressed with my youngest, who decided to forgo the bike ride to stay with her sister. An act of kindness and love.

The same response Jesus has towards His own.

“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”   Hebrews 13;5b

No matter how great my pain or brokenness, no matter how dark my circumstances, Jesus promises to stay faithful. To be present. Always with me. Never abandoning me.

No matter how great my feelings of aloneness.

(She did break her elbow.)

14 responses to “Left Behind But Not Left Out”

  1. Wow. A beautiful picture of how we need to stop and let Jesus care for us in our brokenness. He never leaves us behind OR leaves us out. We are His own possession… kept secure until the day of redemption. What a wonderful Savior. Thank you for pointing me to Him, Dayle.

    *Julie Sanders*

    julie.sanders@cru.org http://www.thesandersplanet.com


    1. You make my heart smile. How’s MPD?


  2. I don’t like staying behind or being left out either. But helping another is always the higher calling. A sweet story, Dayle… and an important lesson. I hope Tiffany’s elbow heals quickly!


    1. Thanks for the encouragement, my friend!


  3. Thank you for these reminders Dayle and I DON’T have any control over what He allows to enter my life and I need to choose to follow his wisdom/guidance and MOST LIKELY change![with my stuff all messy and me emotional blabbing Hebrews 13:8 over and over]. You and the others of your family have taught Debbie well and our troopers, Tiffany and Ramsay will embrace this experience in their memories forever! Bless Tiffany’s elbow with HIS refrain from Hebrews 13:5b when she feels like she can’t stand the pain anymore!


    1. You’re amazing in your ability to minister to my heart.


  4. Thanks for capturing this memory and the lessons. Praying for healing for Tiffany’s arm.


    1. Thanks for your kind thoughts, Marc!


  5. oh Dayle, I just love how you write. I can just feel every moment as you tell it. And I feel for Tiffany — what a bummer. love too how you see Jesus in this — that is a gift!


    1. Thanks for your consistent encouragement!


  6. alice fredricks Avatar
    alice fredricks

    Oh, Dayle! I just read this and can almost feel the pain and aloneness in the rain! Not fun! But, I almost think God gives you these opportunities so you can encourage us all to see spiritual truth! I’ll remember this when I feel all alone! Love you! Keep writing!


    1. Allie, you always have the kindest things to say. Thanks for the continued positive feedback.


  7. Lee Anne Sorgius Avatar
    Lee Anne Sorgius

    OK, I want to know if her arm was broken. Is she alright? We are at DIA right now, getting ready to come home. Hope you had a super great family vacation!


    1. She did break her elbow. She will be fine. So glad she got it taken care of while we were up there. The pain was pretty intense. But the vacation was really stupendous. Miss being with you, my friend!


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