I've had a rough week. On Monday, my little red Saturn (actually, my FIL's, but it's going to be mine as soon as we sell the blue van) died. It was the 3rd time in a week that it died, but unlike the other times, it didn't start up again. With help from a friend, John got it pushed started and drove it home. (Yep. The starter is out.) Overnight, John hooked up the battery charger to the aforementioned blue van because it had sat so long it was dead. Tuesday morning, we head over to put gas the blue van and ran out of gas on the way. While I waited for AAA, John left for a contract job. 5 minutes later he called. The Suburban overheated and stalled out. It won't restart. What?!?!? 3 dead cars in 3 days?!?! Wednesday, we realized the blue van needs brakes---bad! It's metal on metal. (I mentioned it to John, but he didn't realize how bad it was until after I had driven it around all day.
What a week! Oh...and did I mention that my husband left for Men's retreat yesterday?!?!?
Praise in the middle of the storm:
1. It didn't rain! While I was waiting for the tow truck, I was thankful that it was a beautiful day--not too hot; not too cold. And no rain!
2. Our church helped us with getting the starter replaced in the Saturn.
3. My FIL (who is on vacation) made arrangement for someone from his church to work on the Suburban. We are going to work out payments.
Jesus Bring the Rain by MercyMe
I can count a million times
People asking me how I
Can praise You with all that
I've gone through
The question just amazes me
Can circumstances possibly
Change who I forever am in You
Maybe since my life was changed
Long before these rainy days
It's never really ever crossed my mind
To turn my back on you, oh Lord
My only shelter from the storm
But instead I draw closer through these times
So I pray
Bring me joy, bring me peace
Bring the chance to be free
Bring me anything that brings
You glory And I know there'll
be days When this life brings me pain
But if that's what it takes to
praise You Jesus, bring the rain
I am yours regardless of the clouds that may
loom above because you are much greater than
my pain you who made a way for me suffering
your destiny so tell me whats a little rain