On my way to Newtown last evening, my car broke down again…. Well actually it didn’t break down; the heater hose came off because the clasp broke. It’s a simple fix (when you actually realize what it is… and when the engine has taken a few hours to cool down). However, it took one girl (me), two men (mechanics), four gallons of water, and three hours to figure that out. So there it sits in Somerton, waiting for a simple fix.
Ok, so here is run down of my week so far…. Sunday was just one of those days, my mind was everywhere and I could barely process everything that was going on inside. So I left church early and hung out in my room packing… then I decided that wasn’t enough… I needed to get away so I packed up my laptop, my phone and my brain and hit the road. Before I knew it, I was in Newtown driving to Starbucks (it’s a very nice one, in case you didn’t know). I ordered a drink and sat down… hung my umbrella on the back of the chair (yes, I was prepared for the rain) and set up my laptop. It was great to get away and think and edit pictures, like I was in a whole nother world. My mind finally began to settle, my passions poured out in my work, and I enjoyed the peacefulness of being hidden for a while. More than a few hours later, it was time to go home. I threw out my cup, packed up my laptop, grabbed my purse and was swiftly out the back door almost as if I hadn’t been there at all. After a day of my mind racing faster than I could keep up, I was finally at rest and peace. I was remembering God’s promises and trusting them, it was good!
Amidst all the craziness of Sunday, a few other things happened to send me spinning, I won’t tell all but one that plays into the later parts of this tale was a call I received shortly after returning home from church. Gabby, one of my roommates to be, called and informed me that they would like to sign the lease on the house a week early and needed the security deposit, the first and last month’s rent much earlier than was planned. I was already tight in the financial area and it was going to be very close because I had pushed myself to find a place sooner than I actually needed to. So where was all that money going to come from? I texted Gabby back that evening and said I would figure it out and work to get them the deposit on Monday night and if they could give me till Wednesday, I would have the rest for them. How? I still didn’t know, but I did know and believe God provides for His children. Knowing that leaves no room for panic (which is just another term for “fear that God won’t provide” – and that is just a lack of trust). God is worthy of all our trust, so it will work out… how?- I don’t know, when?- not sure about that either; but if this is His path for me it was going to happen.
Monday was another interesting day, I got up and got ready for work… and out the door I went. I was tired and weary, why?- I wasn’t entirely sure, I had slept well that night. I went on with work, praying and knowing God would pull it all together; (although, like a silly foolish woman that I am, I thought it would be in a certain way. I had been expecting a couple of checks and young man was suppose to be purchasing my bookshelf that night and it should have all worked out, right?!?). I got home that evening to find no checks and no indication that the young man would be buying my bookcase. What in the world? {In frustration I went to my room, I had no idea what I was going to do. I called my mom, because she can at least help me sort my thoughts about this whole ordeal and give me recommendations about what to do.} She said that if I sent her a total she would take care of it for now and I could pay her back in weekly installments (Thank You, MOM!). So now I just needed the rest for the security deposit. Ok, now what? Well, time to make some calls… {I had a few friends in my back pocket who said if I was ever in a pinch they would help me out if they could. So I swallowed my pride and made a call.} God is so good. With the first call, my brother in Christ sprang into action… he wasn’t supposed to be in the area that night as far as I was knew, but he said he had to come down for something. He would be there with cash in hand to help me out at 7pm sharp (THANK YOU, Bro! {you know who you are}). I immediately took off for the lease signing at my new house… I showed with the deposit in hand and was given my new house keys. Beverly and I just sat on the floor drinking in the reality that this was our new house and we would be happily living there very soon. Of course, the weather quickly turned to downpour as we exited the house and we had to step into a river (about a foot-a foot and a half deep of water) to get into our cars… yes, it was more like a monsoon.
I got home with my new keys and drenched to the bone… but happy anyway. God is sovereign and I was seeing the evidence of it.
Yesterday, which was Tuesday, seemed like a simple kind of day… I had planned errands for the evening (Oh and one of those errands was to go back to the Newtown Starbucks to get my umbrella I had left up there) and had to contact my mom with the total and how I planned to pay her off. About 10am I sent my mom a total and she quickly took off to the Post Office to get a check to me rather quickly (Thanks again, MOM). She sent me a quick text, saying it would be here by noon today (Wednesday). Everything was now going as planned… I got home showered and dressed, and headed back out the door. Stopping at a friend’s apartment to drop off a wedding program, I had the chance to fill in Jenna with the happenings up to that point. As a confidant and sister in Christ she willingly listened to my ranting and what had been going on, even though she really needed to go to bed as she works way too early in the am. I chose to drive from there up Bustleton Avenue for the scenic route to Newtown. However, my trip came to a sudden halt in Somerton. Sitting at a light I saw steam rising from the hood of my car. Thinking to myself “this can’t be good”, I pulled off the road into the Septa Station parking lot. I popped the hood and started looking for the source… It was obvious that there was no coolant fluid and that wasn’t good. Starting it back up I poured water into it, and it came flooding back onto the ground… “what in the world was happening?” I turned it off looking for leaking hoses and couldn’t find the source.
Then a nice gentleman (an obvious mechanic, grease on his hands and clothes) walked up and asked what was wrong. {For my Girls out there: It’s good to be a skirt sometimes… and this is def one of them. Chivalry isn’t dead although it might be very hard to find.} He poked around and called his buddy… and after a few hours found the source of the problem. The heater hose had become disconnected because the clasp had broken shear off. Afraid it was going to be an incredibly expensive fix, he checked the heater core to make sure that it was still working properly (Thank, Jesus, it was). It was now 11pm and the car def needed to cool before any work could be done on it. I knew it wasn’t going anywhere that night except to a safer parking spot, where I knew it wouldn’t be towed. The mechanic offered to fix my car when it cooled, in exchange for a small fee for finding the problem that night and fixing it the next day. I gladly agreed. It would have cost at least a hundred to tow it and then who knows how much for a shop to fix the problem. I knew enough about cars and this car in particular that this was a good deal, and God was blessing me in it. These two men stayed with me all evening till I got a ride home, and refused to leave me stranded. I was safe and I got to share the gospel with them, and they shared a little of the gospel with me even if they didn’t know it. I called quite a few friends, most who didn’t even answer their phone (I knew they were busy, but I tried anyway). Finally knowing what was going on with my car, I pursued a ride home a bit more vigorously… and a friend came through, she had gotten out of bed (thank God I didn’t actually wake her), and came to get me (THANK YOU, Sista). We talked the whole way home, got to catch up and she offered to get me to and from work today (Wednesday), as long as it didn’t interfere with her current appointments. (Now that’s family. Just sayin’!)
Today, I walked to my friend’s house, she drove me to work… lots more time to catch up, and it was great. She offered to help get me to the bank and then home this evening, although she probably couldn’t get me to my car. At work, I met with Sean, my boss, during my lunch… and requested to leave a half hour early even though we were short on staff this week. Graciously, he exclaimed “Certainly, do you need to leave earlier?… we can make that happen!” “No,” I replied, “A half an hour was a lot more than I really expected anyway.” We then discussed my work and setting up a meeting to utilize my skills better in this position. (“YAY” {no, that wasn’t sarcasm}). I then called Jill to ask if she could be around so Katie could pick up my paycheck, before she headed out here… Jill said she would make sure she was available to get my mail to her. (Thank YOU, Jill! BIG Hugz!) In the meantime, I received a few texts from my friend, Cindy, who offered anyway to help, so thinking about the task at hand, I asked for a ride from the house to my car tonight. She said yes! (Thank YOU, Cindy!)
And that’s where we are to now… Katie should be here around 4:30pm to pick me up and then the rest of my evening ensues.
God is so gracious… not just to serve my needs but to show His sovereignty, His grace, and how He works us all together in community for the goodness and blessing of others… To show His Greatness and His Glory, He orchestrated each piece of this puzzle to work in a great many people that we might all be blessed by both giving and receiving! In my sinful nature, I could easily look at all of this and think about the thorns… the bad hand I was dealt, what in the world was going on, why would all it happen to me now when I needed it the most to work out… it was all falling apart! What a lie! It wasn’t all falling apart, just my plan was, God had a bigger much more intricate plan in mind! I think on this and am reminded all the times that I’ve looked first at the thorns and thought selfishly about my plan/story. The story never was and never will be ours, it’s God’s and when I lay aside my pride I see it, and am blessed by it!
