Look up

"I can't see!" Rowe complained as her goggles fogged up.  She sits in the dark, waiting for Abe to roll his bike out of the garage.  Looking up, she wonders why the moon is still shining.  6:00am...early Saturday...a very chilly morning.  The day of the Riverside Airshow.  To help with driving, Larissa and Julius had arrived bright and early.  All was set to go.  In the loaded aHbe Racer truck is Julius, and following, in their yellow car, sits Larissa.  All is quiet in the neighborhood except for the rumble of Rowe's bike.  Anticipatory waiting.  As Abe rolls his bike down the driveway, he turns on his engine.  The thunder of the two bikes' engines awakens the neighborhood as the foursome proceeds out.

Chilled to the bone, lips numb, fog rising from their breath...it is a cold ride to the airfield.  Upon arrival, though, their excitement could hardly be contained, "This is our biggest venue yet!  We have an awesome spot!"  With help from Julius, Larissa, Cassie, and Victoria, the aHbe Racer booth is up in no time...

All day long, heads were tilted, looking up...watching amazing aerial aerobatic planes and skydivers.  Numerous attendees stopped by the aHbe Racer booth - taking pictures of the aHbe Racer motorcycles, asking information about the clothing line and website, sharing stories of cross-country motorcycle rides.  Excited to see friends from Sandals Church.  Grateful to have community group members help with tear-down: Jay B., Rachel, Cristin M., and Nicole. 

Tired, cold, and exhausted.  aHbe Racer wishes they could say they sold a ton of shirts and raised enough money to donate ten boxes to Treasure Box.  But only a single shirt was sold that day.  Looking up at their Father, they wait in expectant hope of what will come next.  "How will that look like???", they ask Him. 

At church this past Sunday, Pastor Matt spoke on the feeding of the 5000.  The disciples were tired and hungry, but Jesus asked them to feed the hungry before feeding themselves.  Trusting Him, they did as He asked.  They weren't sure whether there would be enough to feed the multitudes, much less themselves.  But after the 5000 were fed, there were 12 bushels of leftovers, more than enough for each one of the disciples...

In our weakness, God works through us.  Our engines are on...we sit and wait.  Looking up to Him, we trust He will provide.  After all, this is His ride, and His wheels are spinning...