Activate the button
Those that know me personally are quite aware Disney is upon us. We head out in 1 hour and 55 minutes. While there is a few last minute things like taking a shower impending to do I woke up knowing how I wanted to document a bit of my day yesterday. Life is full of obstacles, opportunities, challenges. (Ya love my constant positivity he he). Being that I am responsible for a decent amount running smoothly at my church, and my teaching job I had things that had to be completed before we leave.
Once all kid were dropped off at their 3 schools along with taking time to ooh and aah youngest son's 100th day project I made my way to church. Wednesday mornings are my day to set up there for the weekend.
About 5 miles from arriving the battery light (ya know the one that looks like a battery) appears and the steering turns difficult, like hugely difficult causing me to use both hands for basic curving in the road. I call my safety net when it comes to cars my dad. He doesn't answer, still driving I call my mother who happens to be at home with him. He exclaims a profanity and tells me to "floor it" and get somewhere fast cause I am about to be walking. Apparently when your alternator stops working due to a belt, fan or otherwise so does everything in the car like power steering. Without the battery to be charged it won't remain working for long. Course I am on a hill at this point and feel concern but safely make it over the hill and downward into the church parking lot before the car dies.
Godly provision which I pray for nightly was in place because my parents should have left 10 minutes sooner. Since they hadn't he was able to grasp specific tools from his plethora of choices available. You see he previously owned and operated an auto repair/machine shop for 30+ years. I head into church, call my husband to inform him of the goings on too. He is not the mechanical man on our property of family here but is my husband. Since his 2nd job happens to be about 6 or 7 miles from me and is the Public Works dept they stopped by on their way to Warrenton to get parts themselves. We determine in our inexperience that it appears to be a pulley of sorts, plastic piece of course, and the belt looks fine. You can also see the bolt is easy to get to as well because the predicted freezing rain has begun to come down though the temp has risen enough to prevent freezing, just cold rain.
Not too long after Dad shows up, takes the part off in no time flat and heads out to retrieve another. I head back inside, complete my work a bit more scatter brained than before only to get a phone call 30 minutes later saying, "Your done, have a great day." WOW! Man, can you say God is good people? I mean this could have happened today, on the way to the airport. Or this could have happened with all 5 kids I take to school in the car. Or.... and.... there are a zillion ways this could have been much worse. Prayers work, and keeping steadfast in my time with the Lord allows me to not fret and see his hand played out to prosper me. I lost no money from my hourly job which I headed too on time.
As for activating the button I am sure you can see how the paternal instinct was activated with my dad. This no surprise that it lasts for all time on Earth. I mean I am 34 years old and he will always drop everything if I say I need him. At the same time I knew but still was surprised when the men (as church staff is almost all men) spoke to me with that need to swoop in and take care of tone too. Wednesday morning there is prayer meetings that happen so people are dwindling in and out. I suppose the word got passed that I was out there with hubby and Dad. Each asked me, "Car troubles?" Each were genuinely interested in making sure I was ok and they didn't need to pounce in on the game too. On one hand I felt it sweet that I could have went to any of them and they would have helped. I reflected on it with a bit of irritation that I was this helpless creature but that was tossed aside because no one meant that, they all were simply wanted to be a good servant. Funny how I (we if you are like me) tend to find the negative aspect and want to run with it. Besides, even if it wasn't chivalrous, and was out of pity or otherwise it doesn't matter. I am not here to judge their intentions. I just now get that once a mom always a mom and I really am apart of the church family.
Sigh, back to vacation, I have complete faith that this trip is important for our family together. We need this bonding time before life starts up with the busiest season of dance overlapping by ball, cheer comps, Tae Kwon Do tournaments, school activities and more responsibility at my school job. We need this time with Daddy who has spent the last 4 years working 2 jobs keeping him away 36 hours at a time, 10 days at fire station a month and 12 days a week at other job. We need this!
Once all kid were dropped off at their 3 schools along with taking time to ooh and aah youngest son's 100th day project I made my way to church. Wednesday mornings are my day to set up there for the weekend.
About 5 miles from arriving the battery light (ya know the one that looks like a battery) appears and the steering turns difficult, like hugely difficult causing me to use both hands for basic curving in the road. I call my safety net when it comes to cars my dad. He doesn't answer, still driving I call my mother who happens to be at home with him. He exclaims a profanity and tells me to "floor it" and get somewhere fast cause I am about to be walking. Apparently when your alternator stops working due to a belt, fan or otherwise so does everything in the car like power steering. Without the battery to be charged it won't remain working for long. Course I am on a hill at this point and feel concern but safely make it over the hill and downward into the church parking lot before the car dies.
Godly provision which I pray for nightly was in place because my parents should have left 10 minutes sooner. Since they hadn't he was able to grasp specific tools from his plethora of choices available. You see he previously owned and operated an auto repair/machine shop for 30+ years. I head into church, call my husband to inform him of the goings on too. He is not the mechanical man on our property of family here but is my husband. Since his 2nd job happens to be about 6 or 7 miles from me and is the Public Works dept they stopped by on their way to Warrenton to get parts themselves. We determine in our inexperience that it appears to be a pulley of sorts, plastic piece of course, and the belt looks fine. You can also see the bolt is easy to get to as well because the predicted freezing rain has begun to come down though the temp has risen enough to prevent freezing, just cold rain.
Not too long after Dad shows up, takes the part off in no time flat and heads out to retrieve another. I head back inside, complete my work a bit more scatter brained than before only to get a phone call 30 minutes later saying, "Your done, have a great day." WOW! Man, can you say God is good people? I mean this could have happened today, on the way to the airport. Or this could have happened with all 5 kids I take to school in the car. Or.... and.... there are a zillion ways this could have been much worse. Prayers work, and keeping steadfast in my time with the Lord allows me to not fret and see his hand played out to prosper me. I lost no money from my hourly job which I headed too on time.
As for activating the button I am sure you can see how the paternal instinct was activated with my dad. This no surprise that it lasts for all time on Earth. I mean I am 34 years old and he will always drop everything if I say I need him. At the same time I knew but still was surprised when the men (as church staff is almost all men) spoke to me with that need to swoop in and take care of tone too. Wednesday morning there is prayer meetings that happen so people are dwindling in and out. I suppose the word got passed that I was out there with hubby and Dad. Each asked me, "Car troubles?" Each were genuinely interested in making sure I was ok and they didn't need to pounce in on the game too. On one hand I felt it sweet that I could have went to any of them and they would have helped. I reflected on it with a bit of irritation that I was this helpless creature but that was tossed aside because no one meant that, they all were simply wanted to be a good servant. Funny how I (we if you are like me) tend to find the negative aspect and want to run with it. Besides, even if it wasn't chivalrous, and was out of pity or otherwise it doesn't matter. I am not here to judge their intentions. I just now get that once a mom always a mom and I really am apart of the church family.
Sigh, back to vacation, I have complete faith that this trip is important for our family together. We need this bonding time before life starts up with the busiest season of dance overlapping by ball, cheer comps, Tae Kwon Do tournaments, school activities and more responsibility at my school job. We need this time with Daddy who has spent the last 4 years working 2 jobs keeping him away 36 hours at a time, 10 days at fire station a month and 12 days a week at other job. We need this!
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