So 6 days later and many hours spent, my little car is all better. My dad worked so hard to try and fix it. He didn’t know what the problem was. So he took it to a friend who works on cars. Together they found out it was the distributor. The problem wasn’t the gas pump, or fuel filter or the battery. it was an electrical problem. And it wasn’t an easy fix either. This distributor is WAY important. It tells everything what to do. So it was expensive! But I was so glad to hear it was fixed. Now i don’t have to use my parents vehicles. I thank them much for their generosity. I just like having my car, the car I am used to driving. Praise Jesus my car is up and running!!!
Car…. kapoot= change April 1, 2008
On my way home from work on wednesday my little go getter car died on me. It was the strangest thing, too. As I attempted to accelerate after a stop, my car did not go any faster. Instead it wound down and decelerated. I quickly pulled off the road because i had no idea what was happening and the SUV behind me was tailgating. I turned off my car and tried to restart. The car restart but seconds later died. Then it wouldn’t start again… at all. Not even after my Dad came and tried to jump start it.
So when i couldn’t get my car to start, I called my dad, the handy-man. I complemplated calling him since he lives out in Gilbert, a good 25 miles away from where I was stuck. But he had just asked me about my car and I had no idea what to do. Should I try to pop the hood and take a look (what good that would do? i didn’t even know what to look for.), or wait outside or wait inside, call a tow truck, or call a XA guy to help? I had no idea. So i called my dad. He came to the rescue, only to find that my car wouldn’t jump start, it had no oil, the spark plugs were bone dry, and you couldn’t hear the fuel pump. It looked depressing.
But in it all, I wasn’t frazzled or worried. I was calm about it but not comfortable. there was no fear. I was collected and calm. I wanted time to relax and spend more time with God. I got it then, just not how I expected it. So I sat in my car, waiting for my dad, praying, thinking and reading. The time was good. but inside I desperately wanted it to go away. No no those aren’t the words… I didn’t mind my car needing work, but why on a wednesday? I desperately wanted to go to Chi Alpha. I missed it and it made me sad.
But that night made me realize many things.
1. How much I appreciate my Dad. He does so much and complains rarely.
2. I take my transportation for granted. Thank God I have a car AND can take the bus if i need to.
3. I say things don’t matter or it’s no worries, but it does matter and it does mean something to me.
4. I am loved enough to be rescued from any circumstance
5. I still have areas in my heart that need touches from God. I am in the process of healing the brokenness.
6. Life is a process. it takes time to change. Life is not a microwave, but an oven.
I am praying healing for my car, so I can return the borrow vehicle. I am praying for revelation of the source of the issue. I am praying for wisdom for my dad as he fixes it and takes it places to be inspected. Favor in pricing and healing. My car needs a touch, too.
This is a wake up call for me. I can’t live in routine and not let God change me. I don’t want things to return to normal. life in Christ should be far from normal and repetitive.
