Today I was driving home and a light came on in the console. This is never good and immediately sends my armpits into sweat mode. I am fearful of car problems. I am fearful of breaking down in the middle of the road and traffic. I hate cars. So I did what I always do when this happens. I start muttering out loud over and over, "Please Jesus just get me home" and I start contacting my husband with multiple texts about the car and how it could blow up at any second. The closer I crept, and yes at this point the car was creeping, to home the more I pressed down on the accelerator to get home quicker. I turned on to our street. I pulled into the driveway and...the car died. Dead. No acceleration, it was done. But I was in my driveway. There's my gratitude attitude for the day, whew. It is pure favor from God, I am seriously so grateful.
P.S. The car was apparently 100% empty of water yet wasn't overheating. Weird. My hub put water in, topped off other fluids, drove it around and it's good to go. So there's an additional gratitude for today - cheap/free "fix"!
P.S. The car was apparently 100% empty of water yet wasn't overheating. Weird. My hub put water in, topped off other fluids, drove it around and it's good to go. So there's an additional gratitude for today - cheap/free "fix"!
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