Time is precious. Time is valuably sacred because it is a commodity that you cannot ever get back if wasted. So as a new rider to the motorcycle riding community and a woman daring to be brave riding my Can-Am Spyder on the open roads, it is essential to me to invest my Time where my ride and faith Matters.
I was reminded today that not everything deserves your Time, and not every Group deserves your presence, when a clipart I posted today was flagged and all comments were blocked by one of the Lady Spyder Riding Facebook Groups. Now, the average person these days would take offense, but when you are seeking how and where to invest your time, you thank God for Confirmation. You shake the dust off your feet, pick up your mat and move on. Do not spend any more time there. I like how the bible puts it in Matthew 7:6 “Do not cast your pearls before swine,”. In other words do not give or offer something valuble to someone who do not understand it’s value.
Thought To Ponder
Our Time is our greatest Weapon when it comes to fighting fear when we set out to Ride the Good Ride of Faith. And when Time is spent uselessly, we cannot ever get any of it back.
This image was flagged and all comments were removed and blocked from one of the Lady Spyder Facebook Groups.
Let us consider this. Every Time our leg straddles our motorcycles, and our kickstands go up in the air could be the last Time we ride. So, any words of encouragement or prayers for safety are always welcomed when it comes to me riding the open roads.
Every weekend, thousands of women take to the open road on their Spyders, Rykers, Rallys, Trikes, and Motorcycles. I always pray that everyone makes it back to their home and loved ones safe and sound. Mostly all of them do…but some of them do not.
So, when prayers or inspirational words are expressed and rejected, where danger and the Spirit of fear torment the hearts of women, daring to be brave while riding their bike on the open road…I question the care, concern, and commitment to me as a fellow wind Sister.
This picture and post about how my Spyder got her name was also pulled from one of the Lady Spyder Riding Facebook Groups.
As Women, Time is our most valuable commodity, and since Time is irreversible and irreplaceable, we as women should carefully consider how we spend our days and even our minutes. Time is our gift from God; we are not the owners of it but stewards of it, and we will one day be held accountable for how we used what God has entrusted to us.
As a Woman of Faith, and a new rider to the motorcycle community, I would like to encourage my fellow wind sisters to invest Time in the things and people that fuel your Ride. Invest Time where your soul is fed, your heart is inspired, your hope is ignited, and your Faith is sparked and allowed to be sprinkled with GOD. Dare you fall off your bikes; words of Faith will reach out to pull you up and back upon your bike again.
Declaration of Faith for Investing My Time
My Father in Heaven, please show me what I am investing my Life in. If it is not fuelling my Faith and the desire to know you more and all the benefits of giving you my heart, please help me exchange it for something that will. Lord, instruct me and teach me to number my days so that I may gain a heart of wisdom. Bring order to my mind and my Life and keep me focused on the essentials that fed my soul, inspire my heart, ignite my hope, and spark my Faith, as I Ride The Good Ride of Faith. In Jesus Name… Amen.
Psalm 90:12; Psalm 25:4-5
May the Joy of the Lord instantly become your strength to encourage you to overcome any fears that you might experience. Remember, in our daring to be brave, when we throw caution to the wind, casting our cares in Faith upon Him through the ride. Peace, love, and joy are set loose in the atmosphere, and it permits other riders to do the same. Allowing us to all rejoice in knowing we have triumphant victory in Riding the Good Ride of Faith.
If this post ministered to you or encourage you in any way, please share with your fellow Wind Sisters.
Be strong and of good courage, LaShaun and Mrs. Cavatica
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future – Jeremiah 29:11
Life will bring you to the crossroads of facing childhood fears and failure. “Just keep living,” as my late Grandmother would say. We can not be all that God has called us to be and not face our fears. We are the beacons of Hope and Light that God wants to reflect on this side of heaven. God always takes what the world deems as hopeless, worthless, and impossible and makes much of it. The bible describes it in Isaiah 61:3, and he will bestow upon you beauty for ashes, oil of joy for mourning.
You are never too late for the hands of God, and you are never forgotten to Him. His love is always chasing you down and ready and willing to overtake you. He wants to see you face your giants, your fears, and failure because it is in your weakness that He is made strong, and when He is made strong, it is always for your Good and His Glory.
HCC Houston Community College 2016 Graduation Rehearsal, NRG Stadium, Houston, Texas
Here is a little story of how God took my Childhood fears and failure and turned them into The Sweet Story; She who would become Me…Enjoy!
Never in a million years would I have ever imagined Saturday; May 14, 2016, could have ever been possible. So, when Dr. Cesar Maldonado, HCC, Houston Community College Chancellor, asked, “if you are a 1st generation graduate in your family standup?” I stood tall! When he asked, “if you are over 40, standup?” I stood more elevated, and when he asked, “if you are a mother or grandparent, stand up?” By then, I was standing on cloud nine. Why? Because in my mind, not only was I standing up for the Woman I had become. The 1st Chaney to graduate college, I had turned 49 the day before, and I had raised two beautiful, God-fearing, productive adults, one blessing me with a grandson. I was also standing up for that little girl in me that became her, she that would become me. That little girl held back a grade because she could not see. I was also standing up for that little girl who suffered from disruptions in the production of speech sounds, also called Disfluencies, known as the disorder of stuttering.
2016 HCC Houston Community College Graduation, NRG Stadium Houston, Texas
I was also standing up for that little girl who was always mistaken for being a little boy; my hair was short, and I could only wear a little afro. “Jerry! I didn’t know you had a little boy and a little girl?” People would say to my mom when they met my sister and me. I would try and say, “I’m Not a Boy!!! I’m a Girl!” but by the time I could formulate the words and stutter them out… They had moved on.
Over time, mom got my ears pierced to help with the confusion of “she being me”. I struggled through elementary school; Nothing ever made sense to me, and everything was foggy and unclear. It was not until an African American teacher by the name of Ms. Clark at an all-white elementary school took an interest in me and my lack of understanding things in her classroom. “Chaney! What’s wrong, baby?! You should be able to get this, come and sit here!” as she would move me around the classroom from desk to desk.
Most of the kids in the class would say, “I don’t want that stupid girl sitting next to me, Ms. Clark!” But not little Scotty; He raised his hand and said, “Ms. Clark, she can sit by me!” I can still remember little Scotty…. his skin like porcelain, honey-blond hair, with that Hay Hay we’re the Monkey’s haircut. Scotty was the shortest kid in the classroom, and he loved to color a lot. Scotty always shared his crayons with me, as long as I did not break one or color too hard with the crayon tips. Scotty would explain things to me as best as his five-year-old mind could. Still, not even that could help with my struggle. At the parent-teacher meeting, Ms. Clark told my mom to see an eye doctor; She thinks I may have trouble seeing in her class. But by then, it was too late. All grades were in, and it was recommended I beheld back a grade; basically, I had failed.
No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him 1 Corinthians 2:9
Eventually, Mom took me to the eye doctor, and MAN!!!! My whole world was made clear that day. I still remember those cute little clear jellybean pink speckled eyeglasses I got to pick out. I still remember how I felt walking outside and finally seeing a whole new world. I felt like Dorothy when she landed in Oz. Everything was so vivid and bright, everything was crystal clear, and at the age of 5, I felt like I had superpowers, like I could see things no one else in the world could see. Because for the first time in my five-year-old little life, my vision was not foggy or unclear.
One thing I know: is that though I was blind now I see John 9:25
I could finally see. Now, some might say: “why is she making such a big deal about graduating Community College?” “It’s just an associate degree.” But for “She, that would become Me,” it is so much more than that. For she who would become me, it was not about the destination of graduating and sitting through 2,600 names being called across the stage that day, waiting to hear, “Graduates, you may now turn your tassels.” It was about the obstacles that I had to pray my way through and the many battles that I thought I had to fight alone. But God would always show up, part the red sea, and deliver me safely on dry land that got me to the day of graduating college.
The journey that would mold me pruned me and grew me up to become a Women of Faith. A journey meant for my good, that kept me safe under the shadow of the almighty wing. Confirming my faith and strengthening my resolve to stand there, steadfast and unmovable, when other students had left. No matter the cost or how long the wait, to remain standing there to hear the words “Graduates! You may now turn your tassels! I needed to hear that, and not only did I needed to hear that, but I had earned the right to hear it spoken over my life. Being blessed beyond measure to know that the man I married stayed to watch me hear those words and witness me turning the tassel for “She who would become me.” Every student that stayed, I am sure, had a story of victory and triumph over defeat such as mine. You could tell by the look in their eyes, for like me, they too needed to hear those words as well.
The wait to hear “Graduates you may now turn your tassels” was long. There were 2,600 Graduates and most of them started leaving because of the wait and freezing temperature inside the stadium. My husband knew if it was only the janitors and me…I was not leaving until I heard the words every graduate longs to hear. I walked over to him, as we waited to let him know I was not leaving, but before I could say a word he said “I know….Your not leaving until they say those words and I’m not either, then he snapped this picture of me.Guest Speaker at HCC Houston Community College 2017 Convocation
Words we wanted to hear for the child within us who endured the journey of childhood fear and failures to becoming college graduate that day. Throughout this chapter of my life, I often find myself closing my eyes, searching for she who would become me. The little girl, constantly mistaken for a little boy. The little girl with the cute little afro and pierced ears that always stuttered profusely but bravely managed to proclaim, “I’m not a boy! I’m a girl!”. That little girl struggled to learn because her vision was foggy and unclear. Yes, I go back in my mind and search for her a lot lately.
Because I want to give her a big, long hug and let her know she’s going to be alright. She is going to grow up, and we are going to be okay. That all of her broken pieces will one day stick back together and that the sweetest story she will ever get to live out will be the one that God has written for her. She, who would one day become Me.
No journey is ever traveled alone or waisted. It took me five years to complete a two-year associate’s degree, all while raising my children, marring them off, becoming an empty nester and a Grammy.
Chef LaShaun Jackson, Own of Sweeter at Home
To all the hearts that have labored with me, taught me; HCC Instructors such as Chef Eddy Van Damme, Chef Jeffrey Guy, Chef Dory, Chef Ashley Mealy, and Chef Christy Sykes. Those that invested in me supported me, encouraged me, and prayed for me throughout my educational journey. Thank You! For it gave me The Courage to Create! and become a college graduate and Professional Baker and Pastry Chef at 49.
What’s your super power? What story is God currently writing for you? How has God shown Himself mighty to you…I would love to hear your sweet story:)
May the Joy of the Lord instantly become your strength to encourage you to overcome any fears that you might experience. Remember, in our daring to be brave, when we throw caution to the wind, casting our cares in Faith upon Him through the ride. Peace, love, and joy are set loose in the atmosphere, and it permits other riders to do the same. Allowing us to all rejoice in knowing we have triumphant victory in Riding the Good Ride of Faith.
If this post ministered to you or encourage you in any way, please share with your fellow Wind Sisters.
Be strong and of good courage, LaShaun and Mrs. Cavatica
Declaration of Faith: God’s Plan for Your Life
My Father in heaven, I know it is never too late to write a better story for my life, and I believe in my heart that I am never lost to you. Wherever I am and whatever I go through, you are always with me. My life and time are in your hands. All of your thoughts for me are for my good and never evil. Your plan for my life is to make me prosperous, give me hope, and provide for me a glorious future. You have handpicked everything that is best for me in life and presents it to me with great joy. Your desire for me is to live in your abundance. The calling on my life brings a smile to your face, and you always listen to me with great concern and care. When I seek you with all my heart, you see to it that I find you. You always rescue me from the powers of darkness and come to my aid whenever I call to you.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
Every bike should tell a story or bring a message of hope. Mrs. Cavatica brings a message of encouragement to women like me who at one time were scared to trade fear for Faith. Women who are afraid to throw caution to the wind and give their hearts permission to be brave, while trusting in the God of all creation as they attempt to Ride the Good Ride of Faith on the open roads.
Mrs. Cavatiac and I want all Women to know; that fear is only False-Evidence-Appearing-Real. God wants you to live life in Faith, not fear. This is what makes a Woman of Faith beautiful, the Hope and Trust she places in her creator, the Author and finisher of her Faith. That she is beautiful, fearfully and wonderfully made and when she gears up, mounts up and take to the open road on her bike, in Faith not fear, her God is with her. Nothing and no one can ever separate her from Him and His love for her.
Declaration of Beautiful
I am clothed with dignity and strength. I laugh at the troublesome days to come. My mouth is full of wisdom and faithful instruction is always on my tongue. The God of all creation is with me wherever I go and whenever I ride. His Love for me never fails or runs out, I am the apple of His eye because I am Beautiful, Fearfully and Wonderfully made by Him…my life is in His hands.
Proverbs 31:25-26; Psalm 139:14; Roman 8:38-39; Psalm 17:8; Psalm 136; Matthew 19:4; Job 12:10
What’s your story? Does your bike have a message? Does your ride have a mission?
May the Joy of the Lord instantly become your strength to encourage you to overcome any fears that you might experience. Remember, in our daring to be brave, when we throw caution to the wind, casting our cares in Faith upon Him through the ride. Peace, love, and joy are set loose in the atmosphere, and it permits other riders to do the same. Allowing us to all rejoice in knowing we have triumphant victory in Riding the Good Ride of Faith.
If this post ministered to you or encourage you in any way, please share with your fellow Wind Sisters.
Be strong and of good courage, LaShaun and Mrs. Cavatica
When you study prayers of the Bible, you start to notice the prayers that God honors and the prayers that are answered are those that repeat his promises back to him. I love declaring the promises of Psalms 91 over my life….so will you – La and Mrs. Cavatica
Declaration of Faith Psalm 91
I dwell in the Most High and rest, remaining steadfast and secure, under the shadow of the Almighty. He is my refuge and my fortress, my God and Father, and I trust Him with all my heart.
He has given me a sure and certain deliverance from the traps of Satan and has freed me from all deadly pestilence. He has covered me with His feathers and under His wings I taken refuge. His faithfulness is my shield and my rampart.
I do not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that lay waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at my side, even ten thousand at my right hand, but it shall not come near me.
I will see with my own eyes the punishment of the wicked. The Most High God, my heavenly Father, is my fortress and my habitation. He has accepted me as His own. I am a daughter in His royal family. Therefore, no evil may befall me, and no plague, sickness, or disaster is allowed to come near my dwelling.
God has commanded His angels to set up camp around me as sentinels in my life. They guard me in all my ways and keep me from all harm. They bear me up in their hands lest I dash my foot against a stone. I tread upon the lion and the cobra. The young lion and the serpent, I trample under my feet. The devil’s power over me has been completely stripped away. God has made a decree (a fixed law) concerning me saying,
“I will rescue her from every calamity; I will protect her because she acknowledges my name. She will call upon Me and I will answer her. I will be with her in times of trouble. I will deliver her and set her in the place of highest honor. With long life I will satisfy her and show her My salvation.”
Faith tells me that no matter what lies ahead me, God is already there – unknown
Faithful God, I know every good and perfect gift comes from you. You have consistently supplied all of my needs. When you told me to ask, I was given. When you told me to seek, I found. When you told me to knock, your door was open to me.
Lord, I ask you for guidance and direction-finding a name for my (say the name of your bike). You are a perfect Father, Faithful in everything, who only ever gives good gifts to his children, and you love to give good gifts to your children who ask. As your humble child, I ask that you give me a name for my (say the name of your bike) so as bike and rider, we might become one in Riding the Good Ride of Faith together.
It has been months, maybe even years, you have been dreaming, hoping, wishing, and praying for the Can-Am bike of your dreams. Prayers sprinkled with countless hours of research on the perfect 3-wheel Can-Am make and model that suits your style, personality, and budget. But you did! You finally narrowed the decision down and purchased the bike of your dreams.
May He grant you according to your heart’s desire, and fulfill all your purpose. Psalm 20:4 NKJV
I know that feeling oh too well. You see, before I got Mrs. Cavatica, I spent many nights scrolling the Can-Am Women of On-Road Facebook group. Stalking every women’s page for photos of their bikes. I had watched every YouTube video of all the Can-Am makes and model reviews, learning the difference between them before settling on a 2020 Spyder F3T that had to be pearl white with black accents.
You see, when I joined the Can-Am Women of On-Road Facebook group in May of 2020, all I had was hope, a wish, and a prayer. But I also had a picture of the bike I wanted on my vision board next to my bed. I was raised old school by a Grand Mother who taught me if you want something, you got to “Name It! And then Claim It! And then believe
My 2020 Vision Board
God for it” Act! As if you already have it. While scrolling through the Can-Am Women of On-Road Facebook group and other Spyder groups, I noticed almost all the women had names for their Spyders, Rykers, and Rallys. Names like Lucy, Butterfly, Blue Beauty, Black Beauty, Pearl, Itsy Bitsy, Brooklyn, and Angel.
I thought I was the only one who believed in giving inanimate objects names. But I was not; I have always believed that if you provide a name for a thing that is designed to get you from point A to point B safely, such as a car, a boat, a truck, a bike, or a motorcycle, you charge it with a mission to keep you safe. The subject of naming a 3-wheel bike is a contentious one. People feel strongly on both sides. Some think giving a name to an inanimate object is downright, flat-out crazy; for others, it is as important as naming your firstborn child.
Cindy Oaks Porter, Whitehall Maryland and her Spyder Angel. Cindy sent me a beautiful message late one night on how she found her Spyder, Angel and how Angel got its name.
Just about every woman who joins a 3-wheel Facebook group asks for help naming their bikes. What should I name my Ryker? Can someone give me a name for my Spyder? Does anyone have any suggestions on a name for my Rally? Questions such as these always poke the mama bear in me. Why would anyone want someone else to name their baby their blessing, their bike? After all, they did not spend countless hours hoping, wishing, praying for that blessing…you did! It was not their bold, tenacious, relentless, crazy Faith that kept believe for something no one else could see but you.
I chose the name Mrs. Cavatica for my Can-Am Sypder F3T. Charlotte A. Cavatica, to be exact! Myself. As a matter of fact, my bike had a name before I had my bike. Remember Charlotte? The friendly, clever spider of Charlotte’s Web? Charlotte was a spider’s spider, a character who taught us something profound about love, commitment, friendship, and speaking prophetically over someone’s life.
My 2020 Can-Am Spyder F3T Mrs. Cavatica, Charlotte A. Cavatica
I loved the relationship Wilbur and Charlotte had; when Wilbur needed someone to speak up for him and save his life, Charlotte was right there. Like E.B White said, “It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and good writer. Charlotte was both.” Charlotte literally spoke life over Wilbur. Words that made Mr. Zuckerman take notice that Wilber’s life was of value. He was Some Pig! Terrific, Radiant, and Humble.
Charlotte’s Web is a book of children’s literature by American author E. B. White and illustrated by Garth Williams; it was published on October 15, 1952, by Harper & Brothers. 1973 Animation movie directed by Charles A. Nichols
If I stood any chance of throwing caution to the wind while daring to be brave Riding the Good Ride of Faith, I want to make sure my bike had a name worthy and brave enough of taking on the ride with me. So, with all this being said… If you are struggling with naming your 3-wheel bike, here is what I would like to suggest.
“Names have power.” – Rick Riordan, The Lighten Thief
First, find a nice quiet spot to sit and relax with a nice hot cup of tea, coffee, or whatever beverage that will allow you to chill out.
Second, look back over your life. What were some of the most challenging battles in life you have fought and won? How did it make you feel when you came out the victor? Think about how God showed up on your behalf time and time again and turned the tide of the battle around in your favor when it seemed all hope would be lost. Write those feeling down.
Next, keep a mental note on how you feel when riding your bike alone or on a group ride. Close your eyes, take a deep breath in, exhale and mentally ride your bike. How does it make you feel? And if you had to give that feeling a name, what would you call it. Spend some time just sitting on your bike (not standing) and praying over your bike, getting to know it, and familiarizing yourself with all its bells and whistles.
This will aid you in naming your bike. The bike that you Hoped for, wished for and prayed for and if you must ask anyone for help, ask the Holy Spirit to lead you and guide you in selecting a name for your bike.
I believe in my heart that God knew we would desire a 3-wheel bike at some point in our lives. After all, He made us and knows everything about us “I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb.” — Jeremiah 1:5
God hears our prayers and requests in line with His will (1 John 5:14), so of course, I believe He will guide you towards a name that best fits your bike, based on your journey and where you are in the chapters and seasons of your life.
Declaration of Guidance Prayer
Faithful God, I know every good and perfect gift comes from you. You have consistently supplied all my needs. When you told me to ask, I was given. When you told me to seek, I found. When you told me to knock, your door was open to me.
Lord, I ask you for guidance and direction-finding a name for my (say the name of your bike). You are a perfect Father, Faithful in everything, who only ever gives good gifts to his children, and you love to give good gifts to your children who ask. As your humble child, I ask that you give me a name for my (say the name of your bike) so as bike and rider, we might become one in Riding the Good Ride of Faith together.
In Jesus Name, I Pray, Amen!
James 1:17, Philippians 4:19, Matthew 7:7-8
May the Joy of the Lord instantly become your strength to encourage you to overcome any fears that you might experience. Remember, in our daring to be brave, when we throw caution to the wind, casting our cares in Faith upon Him through the ride. Peace, love, and joy are set loose in the atmosphere, and it permits other riders to do the same. Allowing us to all rejoice in knowing we have triumphant victory in Riding the Good Ride of Faith.
If this post ministered to you or encourage you in any way, please share with your fellow Wind Sisters.
Be strong and of good courage, LaShaun and Mrs. Cavatica
God did not give me a Spirit of fear and weakness. When I gear up, mount up, and take off on my bike to ride the open roads, I have power (miraculous ability), love, and remarkable self-control because I rely on God. I am unafraid, and I am not scared; what can man do to me? Nothing! Because God sufficiently covers me with His feathers, and under His mighty wing, He shelters me so I can ride the good ride of Faith.
As a little girl growing up, I was that one kid that played vicariously through others. I remember in the early ’70s when Double Dutch became popular with us kids living up north. Everyone was eager to try this jump rope game, in which two long jump ropes turning in opposite directions while one, two, or more players jumped simultaneously. It was a joy seeing my friends get the hang of it and last more than 5 minutes jumping two ropes as we all cheered them on before their feet got caught in the rhythm of the rope.
When it became my turn to jump, fear would always set in. I was afraid of trying, afraid of falling, scared of not feeling the rhythm of the swinging rope, fear of being the only one not catching on fast enough. So, I always stood on the sideline, jumping double-dutch rope vicariously through the other kids. No one seemed to care that I was the only one not giving it a try. I mean, who would even think to ask when everyone is cheering you on, rooting for you, and shouting GO! GO! GO! YOU CAN DO IT! My childhood friends were so excited someone was cheering for them that they never really noticed that I was not taking a turn or giving it a go.
As an adult, I find it interesting to look back on my life as a child and realize that those childhood experiences shaped me as an adult. Just a few short years ago, I never would have thought or even dreamed that I would consider getting on a motorbike, strapping on a helmet, putting on boots and Armor encased in a jacket, and riding on the open road next to speeding cars and trucks. When my husband decided to get a motorcycle, I was furious with him, why would you get something that has to potential to take you away from me? He looked at me like I was an alien. “Why would you say something like that?” He said to me, I am not trying to do anything to take me away from you. I want a motorcycle. I have always wanted one, and now that I can get one, this is what I want to do. I remember looking at my husband and then yelling, “why are you stressing my prayer life out?! You’re doing things to make me pray more!” how ridiculous is that? It never even dawned on me that he, too, was probably dealing with Faith over fear and a childhood experience that he wanted to embrace finally.
He has always been a faithful steward to our family and God, and with our children married and with their own families now, he wanted to do something for himself. He wanted a motorcycle and wanted to enjoy the open road. But fear of what I might say and the fear of what could happen, him being the sole provider in the family, kept his dream of having a motorcycle at a distance. But distance is always defeated when the heart wants what the heart wants, and all he wanted was a motorcycle and to enjoy riding it on the open road.
“Distance is always defeated when the heart wants what the heart wants”
– LaShaun Jackson
Last November of 2020, we went on our first long ride together—he on his motorcycle and me on my Can-Am Spyder, Mrs. Cavatica. As we were riding the country roads, I noticed my shadow to the right of me. I could see myself on my bike wearing my riding gear. Wow! Look at her, I thought; she’s off the sidelines; she’s double dutching! She’s not cheering others on; She’s cheering herself on. My eyes started to tear up as I glanced at my shadow from time to time during the ride. But there is no crying when you are on a Can-Am Spyder driving 75 mph on a curvy country road.
Childhood fears often play a considerable part in how we walk out living in Faith as Adults. Fear always wants the best part of our lives, which is your youth, because it knows if it grows up with you, then there is no chance of it growing out of you. Fear will always try to set itself up as being the truth and keep you living in fear. But Faith will pull you towards wanting a life and wanting to live it more abundantly.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full
John 10:10
If childhood fears are keeping you on the sidelines of life, watching the faithful have life and living life abundantly, Be that kid! Look fear in the face and yell MY TURN! Jump in and declare John 10:10 over your life “I know that the thief comes only to steal my joy, kill my dreams and destroy my life. But Jesus came to give me life with all its abundance, provisions, overflowing and bursting at the seams”.
May the Joy of the Lord instantly become your strength to encourage you to overcome any fears that you might experience. Remember, in our daring to be brave, when we throw caution to the wind, casting our cares in Faith upon Him through the ride. Peace, love, and joy are set loose in the atmosphere, and it permits other riders to do the same. Allowing us to all rejoice in knowing we have triumphant victory in Riding the Good Ride of Faith.
If this post ministered to you or encourage you in any way, please share with your fellow Wind Sisters.
Fearless Faith is all about decreeing one’s spiritual authority over fear. The spiritual power mentioned in 2 Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. Declaring the promise of his power, and through Faith, we experience his love, allowing us to ride with confidence and clarity of mind.
It is taking a stand against FEAR, False Evidence Appearing Real, and anything that would set itself up against riding the good ride of Faith when riding the open roads courageously.
Fear will keep you paralyzed, sitting on the side-lines living a life of “what ifs. “what if a distracted driver hits me? What if a deer runs out in front of me? What if I forget how to operate my bike? These were all the thoughts that haunted me and flooded my heart and mind after taking the 3-wheel riding course, passing, and purchasing my bike.
Then one day, while washing dishes, I heard a gentle voice speak to my soul, “You can’t pray in Faith and then operate in fear.”
This valuable pearl of divine wisdom punches me in the gut like a sack of bricks when I realized I had prayed for God to bless me with a Can-Am Spyder F3T, and the moment I got it, fear flooded my soul.
You see, every time I looked at my bike sitting in the garage, I instantly felt like I was drowning in fear instead of floating in Faith. How could someone pray in detail for precisely what I desired, gets it during a national pandemic, and then allow fear to snatch my joy? Depriving you of casting your personal cares to the prevailing wind and dare to be brave on the open road.
My Spyder sat in the garage for two weeks before I realized, after seeing the picture of my bike on my vision board next to my bed, that “you cannot pray in faith and then operate in fear.” In other words, you cannot pray for God to bless you with something and then live-in fear of that blessing.
As we grow older, eagerly seeking peace and those things that deliver us peace, everyone that wants to live life and have it more abundantly finds themselves having a “not-yet” moment. Red “Redding,” Morgan Freeman’s character from Shaw Shank Redemption, called this moment “Get busy living or get busy dying.” or, as I like to put it, “Sink in fear or Float in Faith.”
Adventure of Fearless Faith is my “not-yet” moment. My attempt at daring to be brave. Floating in Faith and not sinking in fear of what if’s, living whatever time I have on this side of heaven, throwing caution to the wind while casting my burdens and cares on Him who loves me so I can enjoy the good ride of Faith.
Declaration of Faith
God did not give me a Spirit of fear and weakness. When I gear up, mount up, and take off on my bike to ride the open roads, I have power (miraculous ability), love, and remarkable self-control because I rely on God. I am unafraid, and I am not scared; what can man do to me? Nothing! Because God sufficiently covers me with His feathers, and under His mighty wing, He shelters me so I can ride the good ride of Faith.
2 Timothy 1:7; Psalm 56:11; Psalm 91:4; Psalm 91
May the Joy of the Lord instantly become your strength to encourage you to overcome any fears that you might experience. Remember, in our daring to be brave, when we throw caution to the wind, casting our cares in Faith upon Him through the ride. Peace, love, and joy are set loose in the atmosphere, and it permits other riders to do the same. Allowing us to all rejoice in knowing we have triumphant victory in Riding the Good Ride of Faith.
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Remember, Wilbur the Pig? The runt of the litter? Fern’s dad, Mr. Arable, wanted to “do away with him.” Still, through divine intervention, Wilbur was sold off to Mr. Zuckerman, Ferns’ uncle, who also had a plan: Buy Fern’s sweet little pig. Feed him lots of good food. Eventually, turn him into bacon. But Wilbur instantly meets a barn Spider by the name of Charlotte, Charlotte A. Cavatica, who devised a plan to save Wilbur’s life by spinning words in her web over the barn door opening where Wilbur stood each morning. Comments instantly made Mr. Zuckerman take notice that Wilbur’s life was recognizable value. He was Some Pig! Terrific! Radiant! Humble!
Meet Mrs. Cavatica!
Charlotte A. Cavatica, to be exact! My New 2020 Can-Am Spyder F3T Remember Charlotte? The friendly, clever spider of Charlotte’s Web? Charlotte was a spider’s spider, a memorable character who taught us something very profound about brotherly love, genuine commitment, sincere friendship, and speaking prophetically over someone’s life.
“After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die.”
― E.B. White Charlotte’s Web
Reflecting on my life while under stay-at-home orders due to COVID-19 back in May of 2020. Being an empty nester, married for over three decades, I too wanted a friend like Charlotte, and I wanted to live. After all, there is nothing like a national pandemic, murder hornets, and civil unrest to challenge one to put his or her own life into an even clearer perspective. So I knew I had to name my Spyder after this beloved character from E. B. White’s book Charlotte’s Web. I intentionally wanted to put some respect on her official name, so I deliberately chose Mrs. Cavatica.
I carefully selected the color pearl white because white is inherently a positive color associated with purity, light, goodness, heaven, safety, brilliance, illumination, understanding, faith, possibility, humility, sincerity, protection, and perfection. White would also be the perfect canvas for an actual graphic design I had in mind. Brought to life by Chris Fulton, local owner of Creative Wraps & Graphics, located here in Houston, Texas. Depicting Mrs. Cavatica riding along with me in all her splendor.
In carefully keeping with the theme of Charlotte’s Web, I wanted to make Mrs. Cavatiac extra special, so I asked my husband, “If Charlotte asked you to give her three words to describe me, what words would you give her?”. He tilted his head to the side, contemplating my question for a minute, looked at me, said Beautiful, Grounded, and Inspirational. Yeah! Beautiful, Grounded, and Inspirational.
“BEAUTIFUL” Proverbs 31:25-26 She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
“GROUNDED” Ephesian 3:16-19 that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have the strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.
“INSPIRATIONAL” Isaiah 40:28-31 Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall, but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not be faint.
These are specific words of Hope and Encouragement Mrs. Cavatica and I will take out into the world when we ride. I sincerely hope that other women will be naturally encouraged and divinely inspired by seeing these words and take time out to look up the sacred scriptures that correspond with them.
Mrs. Cavatica and I sincerely hope that these words and scriptures will encourage women of all ages, races, and social backgrounds to trade fears for unshakable Faith and unapologetically get busy living! I fervently believe that God desires that our Hearts be light, our Souls be free, as we Ride the Good Ride of Faith.
Special Thanks,
To my husband Desmond, for always encouraging me to be the girl in my dreams.
Chris Fulton, Owner of Creative Wraps & Graphics LLC. For bring the vision in my head to life visually.
Cindy Oaks Porter, from White Hall, Maryland. She messaged me when I first joined the Can-Am Women of On-Road Facebook Group, back in May of 2020 and shared encouragement and her beautiful story of how she found her 2014 Spyder RT, lovely and affectionately named Angel.
Lastly, all the ladies in the Women On-Road Facebook Group, thank you for daring to be brave and throwing caution to the wind. By doing so, you permitted me to do the same.
Be strong and of good courage as you Ride the Good Ride of Faith, LaShaun and Mrs. Cavatica
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