Last Saturday, we had planned to put in the garden, but there were scattered thunderstorms all morning.  We had been meaning to find B a bike, so we decided to alter course, pile into the grocery-getter, and browse the rubbage sales for a bike.  Before we got out of the car the first time, I mentioned to B that it was an opportunity for him to trust God and asked if he’d like to ask God to provide the right bike for him.  So he prayed for a shiny bike with gears and one that fit him.  I mentioned that maybe he’d better say what colour.  So he said green please.  We searched a neighborhood full of sales and found only a few bikes, all too big or girls bikes.  We drove to a new neighborhood and found a bike that seemed to fit, maybe on the small side, in fair to poor condition.  B said he liked it alright and they were asking only $10, so we said it would not hurt, even if he only rode it for a year and we bought it.

Well, that was going to be his bike and it wasn’t exactly what he was looking for but he was happy.  On the way back home, I decided we should take the country road instead of going back through town so I turned left instead of right.  We drove past a house with a for sale sign on a four-wheeler and two bikes next to it.  C and I discussed it, and thought maybe we should just continue on, after all the bikes probably were not for sale and we already had one, but we decided we should stop and it did not hurt to ask.  So we stopped in and asked, and sure enough, the bikes were for sale.  Interestingly, the homeowner was my classmate in high school.  We said, “How much?”  He said, “Make an offer; whatever you think.”  So we said “$25 for the green one. ” Imagine a bike that’s shiny and green and you will have just the exact idea of what colour this bike is.  And it fits B just exactly as you would want it to too, with room for him to grow into it.

Next time, we shall all have more faith!