Monday, December 12, 2011

When God laughs

You would think after 37 years I'd be able to figure out that I'm not in control...God is. 

I'm sure he finds it funny that I think I can "take over" things out of my control.  Brent also gets a laugh out of it too.

You see, this weekend was kind of a hum-dinger.
Friday night we went to buy a "new" van.  It's new for us (only 6 years old) compared to the 11 year old one we've been driving around.

We signed the papers and left the lot, and not a couple hours after that, it stalled on us twice.

So after many hours of my stomach churning, and a tension headache developing because of it and all the bad scenarios I could think of running through my head...we decided to take the van back and talk to the dealer about what we could do.

Saturday morning we head over there, me and the kids following in our old van.
The new van stalled out even while Brent was driving it over.

The dealer was very apologetic and told us, to keep his good name, he would take our van to his mechanic on Monday, and we would go from there as to what would happen next. 

We had a good day on Saturday running errands with Brent, having lunch out, and finishing it off by heading to the library.

I tried not to think of what could be wrong with the van, or if the deal will just be bad, or what.  I think I heard God chuckle once or twice.

On the way to church Sunday morning in our old van, we were about 3/4 of the way there when I actually said, "I'm really glad we at least have this van as our backup."  Not more than 5 minutes later, we heard a loud bang, and smelled something hot.  The pinging we'd been hearing for awhile and knew we needed fixed before we sold this van, finally gave out.
We got to church, found a belt in the engine in a bad way, talked to my brother-in-law (who also happens to be our mechanic) and found out we could drive home, but that was it.  He's coming over tonight to help Brent fix the problem so we can at least drive the old van until we find out what is wrong with the new one.
I'm pretty sure there is a country song out there that states if you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans...or your greatest fears it seems. 
Why am I stressing?  There is nothing that I can do about any of this. 
I'm waiting for the call from the mechanic. 
Please help me pray it's an easy fix, or that we can get out of the deal and start over completely. 
Hope your week is NOTHING like our weekend was.
The end.


  1. What a shame. I hope the dealer makes it right. There should be at least a couple days of warranty written or unwritten. I do love the picture of the sheep.

  2. Praying that it all works out. Thinking of you and waiting to hear.


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