Bicycle People and why that is important

On Friday we became bicycle people and joined the masses of other bicycle people in Japan. The bicycles were a gift from the mother of a child in my class. She also goes to the church we go to. She was so sweet about it and so used by God. You see that morning as I'd walked to school I'd told my Daddy God that birthdays have away of making me sad. I got a bit disappointed when I found out my birthday and Alexander's wasn't go to be going the way we'd planned. My last year behavior would have had me sulking and moaning and just generally a big old emotional wreck. (I know why, and I'm working on it.) But on that Friday morning I told my Daddy God that I know He loves me and that He knows me and that I was going to sort my attitude out. This was while I was rushing to school after waking up late. I was also carrying Alexander who was cold and his leg was sore and he couldn't walk and I don't know what else that only happens when walking to or from school.

God gave me a bicycle so I wouldn't have to carry my gorgeous son and so I'd laugh and feel free and like a kid again.

Much love you all

Philippa

And really if I can pray for you for anything I will.

Oh and I you comment I haven't replied it is not for lack of trying. I will sort this thing our once and for all.

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