This week has been interesting and the entire week I feel has been a lesson in faith, so I want to share about it.
Beginning last week, we took our family vacation to Charleston to see my family. We left Tuesday afternoon and spent a wonderful week with my parents and siblings. It was great. On the way home, trouble started.
Sunday evening we were on our way home and our van broke down in Atlanta. I was driving, and it turned off. That simple. No ifs ands or buts, it was done. (We found out later it was a master fuse that was worn out from all the fuel pump issues we'd had and finally blew). There we sat, on the curb of a highway just off of interstate 75 northbound, trying to figure out what to do. We knew we didn't have $200+ to get a taxi or a tow all the way home. Alina was freaking out. Somehow in the midst of it all, God convinced me to make it a teaching moment and tell Alina that God was taking care of us, and we would be okay. She looked up at me with innocent little eyes and asked if I was sure. I said yes.
At that moment, I threw up a prayer that God wouldn't make me a liar. Silly as it seems, I was totally at a loss for what we were to do. Then a pizza delivery man came over and offered to take us to a hotel. I called in to work for Monday since we were stuck in Atlanta, and we took the ride. My mom provided the hotel room payment and we settled in for the night. As we were tucking in to bed, Alina looked at me and smiled "I knew God would take care of us." God had provided.
Monday morning, we called our usual mechanic (still at a loss for how we were getting home, how we were getting the car home, how we were doing anything) and asked if they knew what we needed to do to fix it. Instead of telling Brent what to look at or how to fix it, they borrowed a 8 seated SUV and came and got us, and towed the van back to Cohutta where they had it fixed by that evening. God provided.
Tuesday morning I went to work where I had a very unpleasant experience and spent 45 minutes being yelled at for something I had nothing to do with. It was in that moment that I realized it was time to find a new job. I held my tongue, asked for the day off to consider things, and called my previous employer (Sprint). Wednesday morning I was fired for the same reasons that they fabricated the previous day. I went home a total mess, emotional to the max, hoping against all desperation that God would provide. He did.
And today, Sunday, I was sitting on my bed talking to my husband about starting work. Since my previous employer hadn't paid the check I was due, we were trying to figure out how to afford the gas to work the job I am starting Monday. And its funny to me that I was stressed about it - because fact of the matter is that God has provided significantly and supernaturally all week, and the next week would be no exception.
Its not the fact that we understand that God will provide that makes us, its the faith in the process that defines character.
