I'm back to my early morning bike rides. Although the sun isn't fully awake, the sky is light and the birds have started their songs of praise. I am enjoying the crisp air biting at my ears, my hands, and knees. I have just reached my highest destination for the morning and have started the downward trail. As I am rounding the corner for the bike path, about forty feet in front me comes a skittish coyote. He's lanky, with short tan fur, and gallops with his hind legs lopping to the side. He's got a steady pace, although it looks uneven. He's not too sure about what to make of me, especially as I seem to be in hot pursuit of him. I decide to have some fun, after all I'm the one on the bike, so I speed up attempting to close the gain he has on me. But he keeps an eye out for me by peering over his right shoulder to make sure I am still in the distance. Up ahead he finds relief. There's a bridge to the other side of the trail and he quickly darts across. I had to chuckle, as now I have closed in on his lead, and find him giving up the chase as he stops to rest and probably get on with his task of scavenging for food. But I think I wore him out a bit and surprised him with my zeal. Oh, what fun to play and interact with nature, and chase my first coyote!
" Put yourself in the path that God will work." (Pastor Martin Smith, 1/2024) On a crisp, clear Saturday morning, I started up the hill with Gypsy Rose eagerly leading the way. I was more caught up in the fresh air feeling that was invigorating, than paying attention to the few cars that passed us by. But there up ahead, a small red truck had slowed to the curb to flag me down. "Could I help him find his son's house?" He was an older gentleman with his phone in hand. He couldn't reach his son because the calls only went to voicemail, and he didn't have his address, only that it was somewhere here in Rancho. I googled his son for him, but unfortunately, it only brought up an older address which was the current address now for this man. There was no updated address for Rancho Cucamonga. I told him the bad news, but he was so very gracious. He did everything to show me that he was for real, pulling out his driver lice...
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