Night

An opaque balmy night.  On the grassy slope of Skip Fordyce's lawn stood a lone motorcycle, a Harley Davidson Iron 883.  Illuminated by the light of the Harley Davidson sign.  Bike night at Skip Fordyce was over.  It had been an incredible evening: an array of bikes had rumbled in, bands played, barbeque on the fire, people everywhere.  Engine fumes from the bikes still lingered in the air.  aHbe Racer's family was all present: Sammy, Cristin M., Larissa, Julius, Rowe, and Abe, eating and conversing.

Together, they had torn down the booth in seconds flat.  With the last remaining equipment loaded onto the aHbe Racer truck, all that remained was the motorcycle on the grassy slope.  As Rowe sat on the bike, ready to roll it down the hill, she reflected on the simple joys of life: family, bikes, business, food, and meeting new people.  On the sidewalk, Cristin M. and Larissa were getting their groove on with some hip-hop moves.  Smiling, Rowe turns on her engine and meets the others down the hill.   Against the backdrop of the glowing moon, all packed up and ready to go, Team aHbe Racer rides into the night.

aHbe Racer continues to be awed at how God is working in our lives.  Without His light, we would be stumbling around in the dark.  At church this past Sunday, we learned how to truly worship the Man, "who needs no introduction."  Humbled, we follow Him through the night as the wheels are spinning...