little miracles

I've got to share a story, a little miracle if you will. It certainly is to me.

I bought a bike last Spring. I've blogged about it before. I hooked a trailer up to it and the kids and I explored Bloomington and then Celebration in it. I would ride along and reflect on how things would work out. I would pray and talk to God. I just rejoiced in being alive. Then, my DD decided she was done with it. She said she's too big for it, but I suspected she also enjoyed the power. I know that's petty and susopicious. But she sounded awfully triumphant the times she told me she would no longer be riding in it. Then, her rebellion spread to my DS. And so, with much sadness and stomping about, I packed it up.

I was very mad. How could my family betray me? How could they begrudge my happiness after all that has happened? What of my sacrifices for them? Oh I know. They're kids/ Yeah, yeah, yeah. My rational self knows that. But my inside kid self wanted to stomp about a bit. Then, I got on with things, because it's not really helpful to carry on that way.

So then, I started fantasizing about the other alternatives. I looked up big, touristy surreys and pedicab trailers. When I saw the price tags, I quickly moved on from those thoughts. Way out of the realm of possibility for my little library hopping, post office going self. No more deer sightings on my bike for me.
Then, I found my self in Jax for my aunt's funeral. I had been reluctant to go, yet didn't want to stay away. So there I was. While there, I went to visit another aunt. And there it was. My little present from God.
In her dining room was a three wheeled bike with a chariot style pedicab attached. Imagine tourist bikes of the fifties on Coney Island or Atlantic City. This bike was a beautiful, silver chariot. A glimmer of my freedom and healing resurfaced. And then I found out it was for sale. Yup.
After many, many dances and exclamations of delight, the bike was packed on to my cousin's truck. He and my father worked to improve the brakes and they delivered it to my house a week later.
Can you imagine the spectacular generosity of a God who knows the desires of my heart and gives them without ties? Even before I could ask, He already said yes.
Yes doesn't mean it's a piece of cake though. The bike is heavy. The kids are heavy and after a couple of miles, I was breathing harder than I have in awhile. It was definitely work. Every pedal was a chance to reflect on how absolutely unexpected this was. Every idea I might have had was nothing to how this just fell into being. Without my help. Go figure.
God used real items and regular people to knock the socks off of me. I hope He uses my regular self and some real items to knock the socks off someone else soon. I want to share the dancing.