Yesterday was Saturday, and I took a day trip to go see my dad. Of course the little one was super excited to see his Paw. When we got back to town I left the little with my mother so I could go to a girl’s night. A girl’s night is always a good thing. It is nice to just get out and not have a shadow…that talks…and potties in his pants. Anywho, me and 2 other girls go to leave at around 9. As I started to pull out of the parking lot of these apartments, something was wrong. So, I back up, get out, and oh what a flat tire!! Luckily, one of the girls was behind me and stopped to check on me. This friend just oh so happens to be married to an actual mechanic. Coincidence? I think not. About an hour later I have my spare on, my bad tire in the cargo area, and I am headed home. Luckily I have another friend that offered to help me find the hole in the tire so we can patch up the next day. Also, the mechanic guy found a problem with one of my studs for my lugnut. He offered to replace it.
Sunday is here. The morning is uneventful, which in my world is actually a good thing. We are all set to find a hole and replace a stud later this afternoon. All this to me sounds like a big hassle. All I can think is that I have become the class nuisance. When I say think, I mean I think. Not once did any of the people helping complain or act like it was a bother. It was kind of weird. I am definitely one of those people that hates asking for favors ’cause I feel like a burden.
Never do I ever want to take people for granted, but there is some kind of comfort just knowing, there are genuinely good people in this world. Before really finding this home of mine, My SUV would probably still be sitting in that parking lot. Now, I’m not sure if these guys know just how much of a lifesaver they were. I mean, where the hole is we couldn’t patch it, but since they are only a month old, being able to take it back to the shop that sold it to me is going to be easier since I can show them where it is. A tiny crack in a brand new all terrain tire is not acceptable.
On top of all this nuisance-ness, there is my son. My son who loves watching things. Loves cars. My son who also has this fascination with one of the guys’ “racecar”. Again, neither of them acted like it was a bother. This little 3 year old asking a whole bunch of questions and just talking a mile a minute about nothing in general. They actually showed an interest. Again, the comfort in knowing that he isn’t always a nuisance is overwhelming. There is a reason why it is referred to as a church FAMILY!! Enter Sister Sledge. God knew I would need help throughout the days to come. That is why he put people in my life to answer that call. The people in your life aren’t coincidental. Nothing is. God has a hand in everything that happens.
“Do not rebuke an older man harshly, but exhort him as if he were your father. Treat younger men as brothers, 2 older women as mothers, and younger women as sisters, with absolute purity. ” –1 Timothy 5:1-2
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
–Isaiah 41:10