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The Danger of Speaking Too Soon, Part Deux

Man, it's a good thing I'm a woman of faith. If not, I'd be ready to have a Fabuloso Freeze right about now.* Just when things started looking good on the home front, my car decides to die.

I went to church today, and service was pretty good. The Bishop's scriptural reference was 2 Timothy 1:10-14. Paul was telling Timothy that even though he'd suffered for the sake of the gospel, he wasn't ashamed. His exact words were, "For I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep what I have committed to Him until that Day." Bishop was saying that when things look their worst, God is just working them out for our good. He also mentioned that we can't just think, we have to KNOW, in whom we believe.

I was on my way home after picking up the rest of my stuff from my former neighbor's van. My car had been acting funny when I left for church, but I didn't really know what to think. As far as cars are concerned, my philosophy is that as long as it goes, I'm good. Well, I was giving it gas, but it wasn't going any faster. Finally, it stopped and the orange light came on.

What to do, Lord, what to DO, I asked as I tried to come up with something -- ANYTHING -- to make my car go. I called my mom, who suggested I check the oil. It looked low, so I strolled up to the 7-11 to get some. I put it in, but in the process I realized that the light I thought was the oil light was actually the transmission. I thought a little transmission fluid would do the trick, but to no avail. Right now, I'm waiting to get my car towed back to my house.

Even though I'm vexed beyond belief, I'm trying to be positive about it. I don't have Triple-A, but the warranty that's on my car is providing the roadside assistance I need for today. Hopefully, the warranty will also cover the majority of the cost of repairs. If it doesn't, I'm hoping I'll have enough to cover what needs to be done. My income tax return will be coming soon, and my economic stimulus check after that. Hopefully, the repairs will be minor and I'll be able to wait until those funds come in before I have to do anything major.

In the midst of all this, I refuse to be bitter. I refuse to allow my adversities to get the best of me. See, I believe what the Bible says in Romans 8:28, that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.

Just pray for me...

*FYI, that's my way of saying that I'd kill myself.

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