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His perfect gift

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17

One of the things I gave up when I moved to Jerusalem was my bicycle. Shipping a bike would have been expensive. One of my neighbors had her bike stolen and was in real need for a replacement.  I gave my bike to her and was glad that I could bless her. I really felt the hand of the Lord bringing this all together. He arranged a good gift for my neighbor and allowed me to show her a little bit of His love.

This bike, however, wasn’t just a bike. It was the first new bike I had ever owned. All my other bikes had been second hand. This one was new, from the store. I even got to pick which color I had wanted; purple metallic. It really was the perfect bike and I loved it.

Since Jerusalem is a city of hills I didn’t replace my bike. I used the car, busses, trains, or simply walked for transportation. But my bike had not just been a means of transportation. Going out for a bike ride was something I enjoyed. Taking a ride in nature would lift my spirit on a difficult day. Even just 20 minutes of paddling would put me in better mood.

I had kind of forgotten about that benefit that having a bike gave me. The Lord, however, did not. A friend was leaving the country and she was planning to sell her electric bicycle. I had been saving up some money and had enough to buy it from her. I was excited about having a bike again. The electric gears help make the uphill parts a bit easier. I had been planning to use it to get to work.

I took the bike for spin to test it out. And suddenly remembered how much I loved riding my bike. My heart overflowed with thanksgiving. My Father in Heaven knew what I needed before I even asked him. (Matthew 6:8) I had been planning on buying a bike to use it to get to work, but the Lord was using it to bless my soul. The blessing of owning a bicycle again was His good and perfect gift for me.

I do use my bicycle to get to work, so it is a means of transportation. But at the same time, it is so much more. I am reminded of the Father’s love & care for me every single time I ride, and it makes my heart overflow.

What things has the Lord done in your life that remind you of His love for you?

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