We have been so incredibly blessed by God over the last few months. We are choosing to trust Him to provide for our needs, and He continues to blow us away by also giving us some of our wants.
Last January, the kids really wanted to take a trip to go see snow. So, we started saving change, and the kiddos did some odd jobs for grandparents. Well, as the Lord would have it, we only raised about $45.00 before Shug’s accident. And after, it just wasn’t a focus any more.
Well, the Lord provided a way for us to take the kids to see snow, in the form of a job for Mr. OverKill, a job that we could tag along on :) The job was to haul a Corvette to West Virginia, for friends who are going let us hang around for a few days and enjoy the snow.
This is the Vet in Florida…
And this is the Vet in West Virginia.
We had quite the adventure on the way to West Virginia. Mr. OverKill and I debated about breaking the trip up, but never ones to do anything normal, we decided to drive straight through. We figured, less days driving, more time for fun. Well….can I just say we aren’t spring chickens???
We were actually doing really well with the whole thing until at 3:30 in the morning we stopped at an obscure rest stop. Mr. OverKill went in to use the restroom, and all was well. When he returned, we had a flat tire! Guess what? We don’t have a spare in the big blue van. So, I whispered a quick prayer thanking the Lord that we had roadside assistance with out insurance carrier. We called them up and you know what they wanted to know? Where we were. The audacity! Here’s the thing, we had gotten a Garmin as a “thank you for spending money with us” gift from one of Mr. Ok’s suppliers. So, we’d just been blindly following the Garmin. We had NO CLUE what town we were near. So, Mr. Ok ran back into the rest stop and found out where we were located. Get this….the roadside assistance people couldn’t find our rest stop on the map. So, basically we were…yeah.
So, I whispered another prayer, Lord please don’t let use freeze to death before we get this figured out. (It was about 12 degrees.) As we sat there trying to figure out what to do, we watched a trucker go into the rest stop. A couple minutes later he returned. I could tell that he saw our tire, I could also tell he was trying to decide if he should help us or not. I was praying that he would help us, but not be a psychopath. He came over and said he had an air pump, and would we like some help. I am convinced that the Lord sent this guy to help us. Not only did he offer the use of his pump, he helped Mr. OverKill to get the bolt which had punctured our tire, out of the tire. Then he offered up his own supplies, and helped Mr. OK patch it up the tire….in 12 degree weather!!! Meanwhile, I have watched too many movies and I kept freaking out every time I couldn’t see Mr. OK, or the guy. I even devised a plan to get away from there with the kids if the guy turned out to be….a bad guy. I know, pathetic. Please tell me that my brain isn’t the only one that works that way!!!!
Moving on. After getting us limping down the road , our trucker friend followed us to the nearest town with a tire center, assuring us that he would stop with us, if we needed to pull over. True to his word he stayed right behind us until we got off the highway, and then he honked goodbye.
Go ahead, try to tell me God isn’t good. Way better than my Garmin, or roadside assistance!!!!
We had to wait in the Wal-Mart parking lot for an hour or so, so we all took a little nap. Then, we got the tire fixed, and headed out for some breakfast at Cracker Barrel. Somehow at check out, Mr. OK was talked into buying a cd of country/bluegrass music. We had to chuckle when the first song on the CD was “Tiger by the Tail.” Mr. Ok asked me if I had gotten “a tiger by the tail” by marring him.
I just smiled…