Yesterday, as I drove home from registering our car for the year, I started mentally composing this post. I was reminiscing about my first trip to register the car at that satellite city hall. I left with plates from a new state, and proceeded to wander around the parking garage looking for the car I had just registered. 45 minutes later I was calling the hubby thinking that the car had been stolen. This was only a few days after we had to pay a nice impound fee because I had parked in a spot that obviously was not legal. This was only a few days after I had tried to start the car in a grocery store lot, and ended up paying a nice fee to have a new key made to replace the stripped one. I really didn’t want to have to tell my hubby that now the car was gone. Don’t worry, it wasn’t stolen. I had walked back to the wrong level of the parking garage. Hey, it looked just like the level below where my car was actually parked. Those that know me, feel free to laugh.
I felt pretty good about myself after this last trip to take care of the car. I had successfully parked in a spot the led me directly to where I needed to go. I then went inside, having not remembered that I needed cash or check to pay the registration (I quickly solved that), and only had to stand in line for 30 minutes. I took care of business, and was able to walk directly back to the car. This is a huge win.
My original car that made the boat trip over was totaled back in January. I loved that car. It was a huge answer to prayer. The kiddos had spent a few summer weeks previous to that driving side by side in a little red truck without AC. Now, I know that AC is a huge luxury, but when the kiddos have to sit one sweaty body next to another they get a little cranky pants. This new to us car had separate seats, AC and CD player. I had enough room to drive a pack of kiddos to the pool, to the park, or to wherever. The kiddos rejoiced, and often thanked God for that car even after having it for years. I was devastated not only that I was involved with an accident, but that I had totaled the car in the process.
A month later we ended up with another new to us car. Again, there are separate seats, AC, and CD player. I have enjoyed cranking tunes while trucking kids to and from rehearsals for the musical, so I was a little bummed that the radio stopped working as I drove out of the parking lot. I started mentally adjusting my blog post.
I thought, “Ok God, what do you want to tell me? You have my full attention.”
The next thing I noticed was that the speedometer needle was moving erratically, and then it was the RPM needle, and then the odometer numbers disappeared.
“Hmm,” I stated, “At least I still have the AC.” There wasn’t a whole lotta get up and go after I stopped at the red light. “God, you’ll have to get me home,” I prayed. I made it up and over the hill, or mountain, just as the AC decided to quit. I kept on praying. Five minutes later I pulled into our driveway and our car shut down.
Right now I’m just being thankful that I made it home, that in the back of the car I had groceries to unload, that I had children around to help unload them, and that tomorrow a friend on the church staff is coming by to replace the part that went kaputski. Yep, another set of first world problems.
Thank you, Lord. You are the same God as before things started shutting down on the car. Why should I think that You are different because the car broke down? There is no reason to. I believe that with my whole heart.
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