Childlike Faith - Part Two of Two

When I was about eleven and my sister was ten we decided to ride our bikes to Dash Point State Park at the West end of Federal Way, WA. It was a eight mile ride and it ended up being a pretty easy ride.

After being there a while it was time to head home. We then realized that the ride home was mostly uphill. Just getting up the hill inside the park looked steeper than we had remembered when we came down.

We had not brought money or food for our trip. We thought about calling my parents collect but vetoed that idea for we didn't want to show failure.

I had not accepted Christ yet but my sister had, she said lets pray about it. She bowed her head while I stared into the sky. She asked for Gods help in getting us home.

A few minutes later our neighbor Mr Nakada and his two young sons drove into the parking lot in their pickup with a camper on top. We hovered at the park for a while to get the nerve to ask them for a ride home, and to give them time to enjoy the time they had come to the park for in the first place.

After a while our tummy's were getting hungrier while the ride home started appearing more and like a mountain leg of the "Le Tour De France".

We finally asked them if they would give a ride home and they agreed. We put our bikes in the camper and the kids jumped up into the sleeper above the pickup cab while my sister and I rode in the passenger and center seat of the cab. We asked Mr. Nakada if he would let us out at his house so we could ride home on our own.

Last week I told my parents about this event.