Don’t Forget The Milk

FRONT RANGE FREEDOM TOUR ’14 is about to blast off.

We’ll gather as a team on Friday and begin our journey on Saturday morning. We’re excited, but I’m going to be a little busy for the next few days.

I thought you might enjoy being part of our journey by sharing our daily team devotions. We’ll read and discuss these as a group each day to help us focus our thoughts in a common direction.

I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And of course I hope you’ll follow the ride by jumping over to the RICH’S RIDE blog.

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Before We Begin

There’s a story of a mom who (back in the days when such a thing was considered safe) gave her little boy some money and asked him to ride his bike to the corner store (when there still were such things) to buy a half-gallon of milk.

“I want you to ride straight to the store, buy the milk, and ride right back home,” said Mom.

“Okay, Mommy,” replied the boy. And off he rode.

It was a glorious summer afternoon, filled with the sort of things that interest little boys more than errands and half-gallons of milk. He investigated a few bugs, played with a dog, chatted with the old man down the street, and watched some older boys shoot baskets in a driveway.

After a couple of blocks and several mental detours, his mom’s complicated instructions sort of faded into the warmth of the afternoon. All he could recall was “…ride right back home.” He knew that part was important.

So he turned and pedaled as fast as possible for home. Bounding into the kitchen he announced, “Mom, I’m home.”

“Honey,” she asked, “where’s the milk?”

The little boy looked dejected. “But Mom, I came right home, just like you said.”

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The boy completed the ride, but he forgot the milk. The milk was the whole reason for the trip.