When I wrote the first post with that title, I didn't really intend for it to be a continual thing. However, life keeps happening and God keeps taking care of it. Case in point - my husband's car has been in the shop for almost two weeks now. He needs a new transmission which would be a huge expense for us but thankfully the shop is covering the repair... not due to warranty but due to a bunch of dishonest things they did the first time they fixed his transmission exactly two years ago. It took several days of moving up the management chain but the financial end of the deal is finally settled. They offered him a rental car as part of their deal but he turned it down because we had a perfectly good working car we could just share for the next few days. That's right, I said had.
Yesterday on my lunch break (at 4pm) I was scarfing down some tacos and had my car in park but idling because it was 90 degrees out. I was sitting there for maybe 5 minutes when my car started to shake and then lost power. I thought "that was weird" and cranked it up again. Almost immediately it died. I was due back to work so I didn't really have time to mess with it but told my manager I needed a few extra minutes to make some calls and at least figure out how I was going to get home. Called the husband who threw a few appropriate swear words around, called a mechanic friend and then another for a second opinion. Meanwhile, my husband put out an all points bulletin on Facebook to try and find me a ride home. By 6:30 three people had offered to pick me up. One friend had offered to help my husband fix the problem - probably the fuel pump. His shop is open on Monday and the car will most likely be towed there. Yet another friend had actually taken the time to stop by my place of employment and change out the fuel pump relay to see if that would fix it. It didn't work but helped us rule that out as the problem. My husband was working until midnight and finding a ride home for him was probably going to be more difficult but within 30 minutes of another Facebook plea he had two offers. We have also had three people ask if we needed anything at the store to get us by the next couple of days.
The more Don and I talked the more we saw God's timing in all of this. Yes, it was inconvenient to be without both cars but at least school is out and the girls don't need to get back and forth. With Don working the weekend, he's off Tuesday and Wednesday (which is when I go back to work). We should have both cars back by then if everything goes as it should. I'm supposed to go on a road trip in two weeks and I'm thankful this happened now instead of in the middle of I-40.
With today being Sunday I was afraid I wasn't going to make it to church but ended up with three offers for rides. At church I was offered the chance to borrow two vehicles - both for as long as we need them this week. By the time this afternoon rolled around, the loner truck was in our driveway and our anxiety level was much lower than it was 24 hours ago.
This really could have been a difficult situation but thanks to everyone God put in our path, we are feeling overwhelmingly blessed and thankful. There is still the question of how much of a financial strain my car repair will be but I'm not as apprehensive about that as I normally would be. Seeing how the rest of this has fallen into place has reminded me that God is in control. He's got this.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
My mom is...
My mom is June Cleaver
By the time I was old enough to remember things, she had put away the pearls but there are plenty of pictures of her in the 60's with the coiffed hair, pearls and a dress serving cake to 10 kids in party hats at a fabulous home birthday party. Oh we had fabulous home birthday parties in the 70's too, just sans pearls. She is the mom who kissed our boo-boos and could make our problems go away with just a simple kind word and a hug. She is The Sweetest Mom Ever.
My mom is Marion Cunningham
Her house is always spotless and if anyone stops by unexpectedly she magically appears in the kitchen doorway with glasses of iced tea and cookies. She always has sound advice (whether we acknowledge that at the time or not) and makes witty comments without even realizing it. She had the house all the kids wanted to hang out at and all my friends called her Mom (or Disco Peg - she and the Fonz would have been able to cut quite a rug back in the day). She is the Mom Every Kid Wants.
My mom is Elyse Keaton -
She somehow managed to juggle the lives of three kids, work a full time job, and still get the laundry done. I have yet to figure out her secret. She has the most compassionate heart of anyone I've ever met. She loves her family with her entire being and will not hesitate to put us in our place or defend us fiercely, whichever we need most at the time. She is my Mama Lion.
My mom is Nora Walker -
She had a difficult relationship with her mom yet somehow turned that around with our family and managed to be the one we can't live without. Motherhood is her career. Our joy is her joy. Our pain is her pain. She offers advice, solicited or not and most of the time she's spot on. She is the Matriarch... the one we all turn to. There are pictures of us all over her house - the most fabulous moments captured on Kodak paper. She does holidays like no one else can. She is the Super Glue of our family.
My mom is Lorelei Gilmore -
Although not technically a single mom, she may as well have been. My dad never learned the warm fuzzy side of life despite her best efforts. My favorite memories are those of us making midnight runs to MegaMarket to buy cookie dough and coming home with some of the silliest gadgets (my favorite being the bag opener which was essentially a razor blade you stick on the fridge - we opened everything that could possible be opened that night with one quick swipe, laughing hysterically). We love movies and late night chats. We can spend hours in a Hallmark store reading cards and laughing loud enough that the whole store laughs at us. We go to concerts, we shop, we have Oscar parties, complete with silly costumes and a red carpet lining the front hallway. There is rarely a day that we don't talk at least twice on the phone (most days even more). She looks at me like I am a living piece of her heart. We are carbon copies of one another. She is my Best Friend.
She is beautiful. She is strong. She is devoted. She is supportive. She is ditzy (just keeping is real, Mom) yet a genius. I think the blonde moments are all an act. She is selfless. She is constant. She is giving. She is understanding. She is charming. She is inventive. She is my mentor. She is nurturing. She is forgiving. She is kind. She has been a mom most of her life and not just to the three of us. She has touched so many lives with her unconditional love (can I get an Amen?).
My mom taught me how to walk, how to talk, how to be a friend, how to keep a friend. My mom taught me my ABC's and encouraged me to read. My relationship with my mom has shaped every other relationship in my life. She taught me how to laugh and how to clean my bedroom. She taught me about Elvis, the Beach Boys, and rock n roll. She taught me about appreciating others. She taught me about make-up and fashion. She did not teach me how to drive (keeping it real Mom... ).
My mom is tool cool for words. My mom is an original. My mom is the most loving person on this planet. My mom is the one who taught me the greatest lesson in life - how to love.
My mom is Mine.
Happy Mother's Day Mom... "I love you" just isn't enough.
By the time I was old enough to remember things, she had put away the pearls but there are plenty of pictures of her in the 60's with the coiffed hair, pearls and a dress serving cake to 10 kids in party hats at a fabulous home birthday party. Oh we had fabulous home birthday parties in the 70's too, just sans pearls. She is the mom who kissed our boo-boos and could make our problems go away with just a simple kind word and a hug. She is The Sweetest Mom Ever.
My mom is Marion Cunningham
Her house is always spotless and if anyone stops by unexpectedly she magically appears in the kitchen doorway with glasses of iced tea and cookies. She always has sound advice (whether we acknowledge that at the time or not) and makes witty comments without even realizing it. She had the house all the kids wanted to hang out at and all my friends called her Mom (or Disco Peg - she and the Fonz would have been able to cut quite a rug back in the day). She is the Mom Every Kid Wants.
My mom is Elyse Keaton -
She somehow managed to juggle the lives of three kids, work a full time job, and still get the laundry done. I have yet to figure out her secret. She has the most compassionate heart of anyone I've ever met. She loves her family with her entire being and will not hesitate to put us in our place or defend us fiercely, whichever we need most at the time. She is my Mama Lion.
My mom is Nora Walker -
She had a difficult relationship with her mom yet somehow turned that around with our family and managed to be the one we can't live without. Motherhood is her career. Our joy is her joy. Our pain is her pain. She offers advice, solicited or not and most of the time she's spot on. She is the Matriarch... the one we all turn to. There are pictures of us all over her house - the most fabulous moments captured on Kodak paper. She does holidays like no one else can. She is the Super Glue of our family.
My mom is Lorelei Gilmore -
Although not technically a single mom, she may as well have been. My dad never learned the warm fuzzy side of life despite her best efforts. My favorite memories are those of us making midnight runs to MegaMarket to buy cookie dough and coming home with some of the silliest gadgets (my favorite being the bag opener which was essentially a razor blade you stick on the fridge - we opened everything that could possible be opened that night with one quick swipe, laughing hysterically). We love movies and late night chats. We can spend hours in a Hallmark store reading cards and laughing loud enough that the whole store laughs at us. We go to concerts, we shop, we have Oscar parties, complete with silly costumes and a red carpet lining the front hallway. There is rarely a day that we don't talk at least twice on the phone (most days even more). She looks at me like I am a living piece of her heart. We are carbon copies of one another. She is my Best Friend.
She is beautiful. She is strong. She is devoted. She is supportive. She is ditzy (just keeping is real, Mom) yet a genius. I think the blonde moments are all an act. She is selfless. She is constant. She is giving. She is understanding. She is charming. She is inventive. She is my mentor. She is nurturing. She is forgiving. She is kind. She has been a mom most of her life and not just to the three of us. She has touched so many lives with her unconditional love (can I get an Amen?).
My mom taught me how to walk, how to talk, how to be a friend, how to keep a friend. My mom taught me my ABC's and encouraged me to read. My relationship with my mom has shaped every other relationship in my life. She taught me how to laugh and how to clean my bedroom. She taught me about Elvis, the Beach Boys, and rock n roll. She taught me about appreciating others. She taught me about make-up and fashion. She did not teach me how to drive (keeping it real Mom... ).
My mom is tool cool for words. My mom is an original. My mom is the most loving person on this planet. My mom is the one who taught me the greatest lesson in life - how to love.
My mom is Mine.
Happy Mother's Day Mom... "I love you" just isn't enough.
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