My new set of wheels

Guess what friends?! I am the happy owner of a new bike! I can't believe it has been exactly one week since I received the sad news that my bike was stolen...but I can't think of a better way to celebrate than with the purchase of a new set of wheels.

One of the purposes of this blog is to notice the tender mercies in my life because, well, I believe the Lord is mindful of each and every one of us and that if we notice the blessings we receive, we will receive even more.

Can you tell I was excited as we drove to the store?

On that note, a wonderful tender mercy that I experienced with this whole bike situation is that we received a chunk of money, unexpectedly, in our checking account the same day or so that my bike disappeared. It was enough to cover the expense of a new bike and our date this past Monday.

When Marshall and I went shopping for my bike on Monday, we ended up ordering a bike from Cycle Works because I wanted the step through version and they only had the regular women's version in stock. They said it would be in by the weekend at the earliest, but I received a phone call on Wednesday evening saying that it was in!! I was so pleasantly surprised that it only took 2 days. I highly recommend Cycle Works because their customer service and knowledge is truly wonderful.

Which brings me to the 2nd tender mercy: my bike arrived just in time. I had appointments scheduled for Thursday afternoon, of which I was planning on walking to--which would have been just fine--but a bike makes it SO much easier. Surely I am being watched out for from above!

I didn't realize how badly my old bike needed a tune-up until I got on this one...oh how my ride now is so much smoother.

I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. :)

Just testing it out in our parking lot upon returning home.

Giddy with excitement!

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