Beep beep goes a horn beside me, and I look to my left and wave as someone I know passes by in her car on the way to the clinic. I am on my way to prenatal clinic, but this month the commute is much shorter. Instead of the 20 minute walk from where I live, I am peddling the 7 minute ride on my new (to me) bike. The ride isn’t as scary as it once seemed as I walked the route alongside a busy road. Frequently horns toot beside and behind, but instead of being rude, as they are at home, they are friendly. “I see you” they say, or “I’m here”. Or sometimes “Hey look! A white girl! On a bike!”
It is much easier to face the blistering heat when it promises to be a short journey. My trips to the clinic to give a presentation, attend prenatal clinic, or to support women who have given birth are much more of a pleasure when not prefaced with a 20 minute walk. Thanks for all your love, support, and prayers of my life here.