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As I set the stage for future posts, let me introduce you to one of my childhood pride and joys:  my blue Schwinn, ‘Fairlady’ Sting-Ray bicycle!

Actually, my parents didn’t take many pictures at all while I was growing up so I had to search the net to find one just like it.  I can’t believe I found one!

I vividly remember the day I got her, although the year escapes me.  It was either in the second or third grade.

My younger sister and I have birthdays in May and my parents surprised us one Sunday afternoon by telling us to go and check out what was in the driveway.  There they were.  Two of them!  Our very first bicycles … AND they were Sting-Rays to boot!!  We were speechless.  Not only did we seldom get new toys but now we had the coolest thing every flower-power child dreamed of!

Adding to the thrill of it all was the fact that both mom and dad were out there, in the driveway, actually enjoying the moment with us.  I think they were almost as excited as we were!  I don’t EVER recall that happening before then, and I certainly don’t remember it happening much after that.  Playing with their children was not part of their nature, much less doing it at the same time.  Feeling special and seeing them having fun was almost better than the Sting-Rays themselves.  Well, almost.

Thank goodness that our bikes came with training wheels.  Like I said, neither one of us knew how to ride a bike.  Up to this point, we only had ‘experience’ with two other bikes:

My oldest brother’s Roadmaster (which was too big for our feet to hit the pedals), roadmaster
and my older sisters’ (or grandma’s or great-grandma’s!) granny bike. bike1937
(Pictures from RatRodBikes)

You’ll have to add imaginary coats of authentic rust to the granny bike pictured above in order to get the full effect.  It weighed a ton and had huge tires that never went flat.  No inner tubes in that hunker!  Regardless, neither one of my older sisters would ride it unless ABSOLUTELY necessary.  Thank goodness it was too big for us younger ones!

Eventually, my sister and I mastered the art of riding a bike and the training wheels came off our Sting-Rays.  I hate to admit it, but my little sister figured it out before I did.  It took years to live that one down!

Oh, one last thought:  Never teach a young girl how to ride a bike on one that has banana seats.  Girls know what I am talking about.  Perhaps boys do too.

Now, pedal on … even if you still need your training wheels.


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I can’t tell you the number of times I have heard, “Let it go.  It’s all in the past” or “Why do you want to dig all that up again?”  Some well-meaning Christian friends and family have often told me that the Bible states that you should forget the past, referring to Philippians 3:13:

Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead. (NIV)

Unfortunately, this sentiment is neither practical nor biblical.  Don’t we all wish that we could change some of the more painful parts of our pasts?  Wouldn’t it be great if we could just forget, as if it had never taken place to begin with?  The truth is, however, we can’t.

I don’t know of one victim of abuse that enjoys the memories, the pain, or the many ways those events have negatively impacted their adult lives.  “Forgetting” is not a choice.  When was the last time you tried to intentionally forget something?  Did it work?  Sure, we can stuff it down and put a veil over it whenever it reappears, or pretend it’s not there, but it’s still there whether we are willing to acknowledge it or not.

What I went through as a child has impacted almost every aspect of my adult life.  The dreams I had as a little girl … getting married, having children, raising a family, having a good career, etc. … were affected.  Low self-esteem, depression, panic attacks, and isolation have haunted me for most of my life.  My spirituality was severely affected … How can you trust a God that allowed all of that to happen? Repeatedly?

Perhaps when society as a whole tells us, “It’s all in the past,” they are really trying to protect themselves.  Who wants to hear the pain?  Who wants to believe how much of this stuff goes on right under our own noses?  It’s easier to pretend, to turn a deaf ear, and to blame the victim for “not getting over it.”

The past is part of who we are.  It molded us.  Yes, we can change, but to deny it isn’t good for the individual nor is it good for society.  I often wonder if the current epidemic of child abuse would be as bad if society was just willing to LISTEN.  Why is it so taboo to talk about such things, especially when it involves our precious defenseless children?!

Regarding Phil. 3-13, Paul was not insinuating that we should or even that we could forget our pasts.  This passage must be read in its full context.  He, in part, was referring to his past accomplishments and that he refused to let pride get in the way of the goal that God had planned for him.

God created our memories for a purpose.  We are to learn from our pasts.  It’s only by looking at the past that we can correct any misbeliefs we may have picked up along the way.  We should not, however, use the past to keep us from pressing on towards the goal for which He has called us.

Bottom line: We are who we are because of our pasts.  Now, how can we use it to better ourselves and to fulfill the purpose we were put on this earth for?

Don’t put a period where God has placed a comma.  Keep pedaling on!

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