Whoo Doggie...

...what a day.

Now, I completely understand that JUST THIS MORNING I was lamenting my so-called "poverty" of spirit and how I longed to be dependent on God. You know, in the tough times.

Be careful what you wish for my internet friends. It's like prayin' for patience... there are just some things you don't do. Well, add talking about being spiritually dehydrated to the list. Cause I've been filled up. But, I sho' had a rough time gettin to that point today. One has to stop blubbering long enough to fully appreciate any spiritual growth taking place.

This is where I would normally preface a story with "I know there are people much worse off than me..." You know the drill. Well, I apparently forgot about that in the midst of today's happenings.

Without rehashing EVERY SINGLE DETAIL, suffice it to say there was some stress goin on. We were leaving for Nashville at 3:00pm. Today was my hub's last day at his current job and he had to turn in his company truck...so, for a week and half we are a one-car family. No problem. The plan was for me to pick hubs up at 3pm with the truck packed (I drive an SUV) and we'd hit the road.

Best laid plans, you know.

We've had painters in house for 3 days getting the inside spruced up to put on the market and the bill was coming to just under $2K. That's mighty pricy but fair for all the work they were doing. But, after having just adopted a child, anything over $29.99 is a stretch. They were due to be finished at 2pm and I was out running errands-- including an oil change cause I'd had a little leakage.

Fast forward to 2pm. It's my youngest child's feeding time and I have no extra bottle. I'm sitting in the waiting room of the mechanic and Baby J. decides (with his usual shriek) that is TIME TO FEED HIM NOWWWWWWWWWWWW. The mechanic walks out and breaks the news to me: I need a new engine...or a rebuild. Words like head gasket, oil pan, blown something-or-other... and then--the kicker-- $5000. Five THOUSAND? As in three ZEROS?

Baby is screaming, D. is asking when we can go home, painters are at my house waiting on THEIR money and the mechanic says I should not drive my car. Hubs has no car. My head is throbbing. We're supposed to be on the road to Nashville to look for housing since K. starts his job a week from Monday. My head started reeling and I asked for my keys and swore I would only be driving home--only a mile away.

Fast forward again...I'm sitting in a hotel in Nashville typing this. All my guys are asleep in the bedroom and I have just finished a long, hot shower and am comfy in my pj's. How did we get here? Well, I have an optimistic hubby who refuses to freak out. He calmly called for a rental car and came home saying that we will find the money somehow. This rental will get us through this next week and we will just DEPEND ON GOD for the rest.

I have a lot to be thankful for this evening. I'm thankful for a husband whose calm, even-keeled nature balances me beautifully. I'm thankful for two boys who slept the whole way here and are now sound asleep again. I'm thankful that we made it here safely and are now ready to explore this soon-to-be new town of ours. But, most of all, I'm thankful for my God...a God who hasn't given up on me and has blessed us with resources when we need them...far beyond what we deserve.

Goodnight, y'all. Here's hoping tomorrow will be a tad less eventful!