I kept trusting God

It was my first big-girl bike. And it was my favorite color: blue. I loved the wind in my face when I rode it fast. And I loved riding bikes with my best friend after school.

One day, when I went to take a ride on my bike, it wasn’t there. That was strange. I’d left it in the same place I always did. I went to tell my mom about it. When we couldn’t find my bike anywhere, we realized it had been stolen.

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