Or maybe "It's Only Tuesday."
But probably a better one would be "God Is Good."
Because He is. All. The. Time.
This weekend was glorious - beautiful weather, a walk-slash-run with the Mister, and a little bit of house hunting (WHAT!!!!).
We had a nice spread, too, on Saturday for breakfast. I mean, can you PICTURE cinnamon roll French toast?
I didn't think so. So here's a fancy schmancy picture for your eyes to enjoy.
((fooled ya! picture coming soon!))
On Sunday, the weather was so gorgeous we decided to take a drive over to a nearby neighborhood and rolled the windows down to enjoy the sunshine. I love how our conversation primarily centered around how pretty it was that day despite the stink of our city.
I distinctly remember it going something like this:
"Wow this area smells bad. Is that really outside or did we leave food in here last night? It smells like eggs!"
"It smells like maple syrup!"
"Like BURNED maple syrup!"
"Did we eat anything with syrup?"
"I spilled shrimp and grits on pants last night." (<- seriously)
"But it doesn't SMELL like shrimp and grits!"
"Was there syrup in the grits?"
"No, but there was honey on your chicken!"
"I ate all my chicken, though."
"IT'S THE CAR! IT'S RUNNING HOT!!!! TURN ON THE HEATER!"***
Detectives, that we are.
Let me tell you how GOOD the Lord is. This neighborhood was right across the highway from AutoZone. The car died at a stop sign but we were able to crank it enough to coast into the parking lot as smoke started coming from the hood.
My poor little car. Poor, poor thing.
Our AutoZone guy checked it out and was able to help us fix it enough to get us home, but told us there was a bigger problem and that a mechanic needed to see it ASAP.
Monday's verdict? (according to Joe the Mechanic)
A CRACKED ENGINE BLOCK.
CRAAAAAACKED.
Basically, my little Honda baby needs a whole new engine. So back and forth we went, weighing the options, trying to decide what to do. Hubs so graciously offered to be my chauffeur so OF COURSE I immediately picture a scene from Driving Miss Daisy because THIS IS HOW MY MIND WORKS:
Feel free to click HERE if you'd like some audio to go along with this visual.
UPDATE: I've JUST DECIDED that the Miss Daisy tune is the theme song for our morning commute. Things are about to get crazy, people. We know how to party.
So needless to say, it's been an interesting couple of days. Those of us that do not fully understand the language and the workings of the car (read: me) and those of us who better understand such things (read: Hubs and Joe the Mechanic) have had some decisions to make. Nothing really felt like the right thing to do, and it's kind of stressed Those Of Us Who Do Not Understand out.
Earlier today I just said a quick little prayer, asking the Good Sweet Lord if he would show us what to do, because I sure didn't have a clue.
And then I called my dad, because he's a pretty swell guy. And because that's just what I do when I'm confused. He talked me down, told me to get back to work and everything would be fine.
And you know what? It was fine. Things got better than fine.
Because less than an hour later, we find out that my car has an EXTENDED WARRANTY that will cover the replacement! Despite the overall warranty being expired, there's a place in it that says the engine is covered for things like this.
God's timing is perfect. PERFECT.
Stay tuned for the rrrrrrrrrest of the story in the next update.
I hope you have a happy
But for everything else, let's remember to take our burdens to the Lord. And leave them there.
Joey+Rory: Leave It There
***Side note: If your car ever starts running hot, it helps to roll down the windows, then turn the heater on. Wise words from my padre.
