a good year...

Well, I'll cut right to the chase: God's trike was stolen this week. I say "God's" because we loved our trike from the very beginning. We felt it was God's answer to prayer to one of the biggest difficulties of our life here: transportation. We know it's common for bikes and electric bikes to get stolen, so shortly after our purchase of the trike we gave it God. We knew it was something that we would hold too tightly too and would be devastated if it were lost, unless it wasn't ours to lose. We trusted Him with its protection and told Him it was His to do with as He pleased. This week we got the opportunity to practice that release of our trike and further our trust in Him. We are sad, but not as we would have been if we hadn't released it a year ago. This post is dedicated to the year we had with God's trike.

Charging in our house before we figured out to rig the charging cord through the peephole and leave the trike outside.

Our first trip as a family of four on the trike.

Me and the girls last summer

James and I on a date night at the Shang-ri-la.

It fit perfectly in our elevator.

The trike that started it all: not ours but an old man on our street who raved to me about all its good features. He was quite convincing.

James and I on our way to our anniversary excursion. The first overnight away from our girls.

Our trike didn't just transport us, it was great for hauling anything we needed to haul.