It was a long day… I worked as a lifeguard / swim instructor from 9:00AM – 12:30PM. One of the instructors did not show up and, as Senior Leader, I had to deal with that – make phone calls and get in the water to teach her classes while still completing my usual duties. Then I had respite work from 12:30PM – 6:30PM with a little boy who is like four Energizer Bunnies all wrapped into one five-year-old with ADHD and Autistic tendencies. I then met my sister at Tim Horton’s because I had no coat and it was freezing outside (she brought a jacket for me). It was a long day. We walked together to the YMCA to pick up my bike and head home only to find… it was stolen.
My sister did not know what to say. I didn’t know what to say either. I stood there stunned. Maybe I wasn’t stunned; maybe I was just deciding why this had happened. It was a pretty expensive 4-yr-old bike that I left unattended for a little over six hours and it was gone. I have no car nor do I have money for one. My bike was my only mode of transportation and it was gone. I had worked a solid nine hours with no breakfast, no lunch, and no breaks. I have a midterm this Wednesday that I just found out about a couple days ago; I have yet to read any of the chapters let alone write out study notes. The last thing I need to deal with is a stolen bike.
I was calm. I was cool. I was levelheaded. I was… definitely not me. I would have cried. I would have yelled. I would have broken down right in front of the Y with my sister watching me. I would have run around frantically checking to see if the bike was dumped somewhere around there. I would have sworn. I would have been furious. I would… But I wasn’t. I can honestly say that God was with me right then and there. Here was my train of thought: “Someone took my bike… Bummer. I think I should pray for them. I think I will pray that they find God somewhere down the road and get back on the right path. Maybe whoever took it needed the bike more than I did. Maybe this happened for a reason. I wonder what I am supposed to learn from this. Dear God, please help me understand and find a way around transportation.” I don’t know what came over me, but it was not me.
If you have been following my blogs, you’ll know I am a cradle-Catholic – born and raised! Then again, you will also know that I am not an avid prayer. I go to church every Sunday, I live my life as though I were walking with Christ (my Saviour), I treat others as I wish to be treated, but I am not the perfect Catholic… I lose my cool. This should have thrown me off my chain! Instead, I threw a little prayer up to God, I walked home with my sister, I ate supper, and I am now studying. I don’t know how or why, but God was there with me on this devastating night. He warmed my fingers and softened my heart. God caught me before I fell and put me on His shoulders as I walked home. I don’t really understand… I feel like I do not deserve this support in my life but know that it probably makes God so happy to hold me in his hands. I feel unworthy and yet, I feel like I should be accepting this gift from God. It’s hard to explain. God was there. God is still there. It may seem like a petty situation, but it was something that I needed help with; and before I could ask for assistance, I was given all the help I could possibly need in every way I could possibly think of.
Tonight, I will sleep in a warm bed, with a full tummy, a family that supports me, friends that care for me, no mode of transportation, no chapters read from my textbook, and a negative balance in my bank account. Tonight, I will sleep knowing that God will never gives me more than I can handle. Tonight, I sleep.