We hit the road this week for a family holiday. We cross into another country. We spend the night at a hotel. On day two, a horrid sound grinds from the front right tire.
We exit. We find a garage. We get the estimate. We call our garage back home and might get some work covered under warranty.
We can be frustrated, or we can trust God.
We hit the road this week for a family holiday. We cross into another country. We spend the night at a hotel. On day two, a horrid sound grinds from under the front right tire.
We limped off the road and what do we see? A garage. They have time to see us immediately. We go out for lunch and wait. We receive the estimate and later learn some is covered under warranty. We wait in an air-conditioned, wifi-enabled area. Kevin naps. The kids watch Disney Channel (which is a real treat since we don’t have that channel). I finish my last lesson in Old Testament Narratives summer school. (I’m a 1/4 of the way through the course, and it’s only June – whoo hoo!!).
We have dinner, get back on the road, and the song playing on the radio is “Blessings” by Laura Story. I sing along: “Maybe the trials in this life are (God’s) mercies in disguise.” We look over our invoice from the garage note that the garage manager, with whom we worked today, is named Jesus.
God’s fingerprints are all over this delay, and just in case we missed it, he sends a mechanic named Jesus.