This morning I had to go be at work at 7:45am. Chase and I only have one car right now, so our other form of transportation is a bike. I was running a little bit late this morning. I rushed out the door, hopped on my bike, and started peddling as fast as my legs would go. Apparently, that was a bad idea. It had been raining during the night and the streets were slick, and my tire veered a little bit and I rode over the area where the sidewalk meets the grass, and my bike went down. I crashed. Thankfully I didn't get hurt. I ripped my pants, scraped my knees, and embarrassed myself a little bit.
I made it to work with 5 minutes to spare, and just laughed off the whole situation. When I finished my shift, I walked out to where my bike was locked up and......my back tire was flat as a pancake. That made me really laugh at my luck. So, I started walking home. As I was walking, I was reflecting on how blessed I was. That kind of surprised me. Of all times to be thankful, this was definitely not one of them. Or so I thought.
This past month my heart has been bursting with gratitude for all the blessings that Chase and I have received. We're both going to school full-time, and have received financial aid. We're both able to maintain about 30+ hours of work. We're busier than ever, and we don't get to see each other as often as we would like, but it just makes the times we do get to be together even better. Chase's Dad sold us his bike so that we can make our crazy schedules work. We live in a great location so it's not a long bike ride for us to get to school or work. We live in a great ward. We have great family and friends who are so supportive of us. Life is just so good.
All of those thoughts came back to me while I was walking home. I felt so grateful that I didn't get seriously hurt when I fell off my bike. My work brought in lunch for our whole team, so I got to eat before I had to walk home. (I didn't have a chance to grab breakfast before I left for work. I was starving). It wasn't too hot. It wasn't raining even though the sky looked very ominous. I live just shy of 1.5 miles away from my work, so it wasn't a long walk home. I had 4 people who were willing to stop what they were doing to help me get my bike back home. My good friends Courtney and Reilly came and picked me up and let me use their truck to get my bike back home. I just felt an overwhelming amount of gratitude to my Heavenly Father for helping me have a positive attitude during this situation that seemed so trivial in the grand scheme of things.
I know that Heavenly Father is in the details of our lives. He loves us so stinking much that He places us in situations that may seem hard at the moment, but when we look back we can only see blessings and growth.
So there you have it, I'm grateful for Friday the 13th.
