As my feet hit the floor this morning, my might was reeling with the things that I was planning on accomplishing. I was had high hopes for the day.
The day headed south when I logged onto my bank account and saw a VERY negative balance.
Don’t panic it turned out to be bank errors, but this set the tone for the day!
Thing after little thing went not so right.
A few hours later when the mechanic called to talk to me about Betty, I felt like it hit a new low.
I was sure Betty needed a good alignment, and she would be good to go. We dropped her off yesterday and I was happily stranded at home today. When my phone rang early in the day, I did not think it was very good news, and I was right.
The mechanic informed me that they were unable to do the alignment because what Betty really needed was upper AND lower ball joints. ON BOTH SIDES.
and no… it would not be cheap. $650 to be exact.
I sat down to catch my breath completely discouraged and despondent, and was comforted by this still small voice…
“I’ve got this.”
An amazing peace came over me, and I made my calls and went on the way trying to navigate the new waters I found myself in.
Knowing that He had it in control gave such peace, but I am ashamed to say how I limit Him with my own mind. I kept waiting for a knock on the door and a random check to show up for exactly $650 or the wonderful mechanic to call back and offer to do it for only the cost of parts. I was working on the way I THOUGHT God should and would act.
Instead, God had already prepared the help.
My dad took a few extra hours off work. He figured out what he needed to do, and he went to work. He has never done ball joints on a vehicle that size, but he jumped in with both feet. They bought us the parts, and he worked at it until he finished it. I JUST got home and it is 11:00 p.m. and my dad has been at it since 12:30. He has to be up before 5:00 tomorrow morning.
The old parts were rusted on and they were a nightmare to take off. The new ones took a while to go back on. It just was not an easy task. It was a labor intensive task and he just kept working.
Thankfully, God prepared help for him too! My uncle Roc immediately volunteered to help him. AND when he needed to go home, Steve R (Who refuses to let me post the picture of him) helped until we put the last tool away.
So often, I put God in this box of how I think He should act to supply my needs.
He says He is faithful to supply my needs. He gets to do it HIS way. Sometimes those ways are set up in your own family, and God uses them to bless you.
Amazed and humbled.