Bonne soir!
I must say that the conventions that have just passed were greatly needed! There was much spoken on that really touched my heart, and it was with gratitude that I continued with the strength provided. It was a pleasure to see everyone there, and though I did not get a full Boring convention this year, what I was able to get was wonderful.
Lately, things have been fairly stressful. I know where to get strength, but with everything happening at once, it seemed impossible to just let things work out! But, work out things do, so... life just continued! I was fluctuating between not knowing about jobs, housing, vehicle situations... all at once! So, I just went with the flow and hoped desperately for the best to be accomplished.
And, after much internal desperate pleas, things have finally panned out. Whoo!
I got the school job (noon assistant), thus being able to move in where I planned, and I got a bike (my transportation dilemma). With all of this happening in one day, I can only marvel at how things just work. If one does what one is supposed to do, the situation just works! Especially if I listen to my Father.
So, I think I have told everyone and their next-door neighbor about my new bike, but this shall make that official! Here she is. (pictures at bottom)
Now, the whole reason I am writing on this blog (sorry to take so long to get to the point..), is that getting this bike really brought back memories.
Memories of riding my old bike with my dad around the block, and riding on Powell Butte.. it was something that I loved as a kid, and that love just seemed to fade out for the sport. But I don't think I ever thanked my dad for all of the wonderful memories that were created in those years.
The reason I was able to pick riding back up in 15 minutes? My dad taught my how to ride a bike on the pavement at a local elementary school. I fell, but was encouraged to get back up.
Those are the sort of memories that will make my reunion with bike riding all the more special. Because in a way, it is a reunion with the special memories that he left, and I dearly wish that he was here to see it.
I love you dearly, and if you ever read this, I hope that you know that.
-Christina
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