Oh what a week! Do you ever notice that when you really, really give it all over to the Lord, that your world comes crashing down around you? My Davie is working SO hard at being a man of God first, then a great husband, dad and working on a ministry. Ian has changed over the past three weeks. Ian is much more calm and SO much more willing to work with me on his schooling. Tori is having some challenges, but hey, you can’t have it all, now can you?
Our small car has been having issues over heating. It finally got to the point where Dave took the Water Pump off and checked it all out. He thought he had it all fixed up. Thought. Skip to Thursday … we go out to take Tori to the Dentist (she has yet another problem with her tooth) and the small car has a flat back tire! Mad switch to take the old suburban (it’s a ’96). We don’t like driving the gas guzzler cause gas is $4.40 per gallon out here in CA. So we get part way down the hill and smell wild fire. What should we do? Go back home where Ian is, or keep going down the hill. (I’m trying so hard to stay calm – my HUGE problem is worry. I worry about everything.
So, while Dave is working on Dave, I’m trying to work on my worry and cars breaking down and wild fires are two of my BIGGEST FEARS … worries.) I called Ian and asked him to open the front door. He does and exclaims, “Mom, I smell fire. Not trash fire mom, brush fire.” It takes about 45 min to get off the hill. The middle 30 min are without cell phone coverage. I realized that we were getting to the part of our drive where we will loose cell phone. I go over what to do/ where to go in case of emergency with Ian (getting long “I know mom”, “You already told me this mom” amongst other now forgotten comments!) We hit the 30 min “dark” time and I try SO hard not to worry. Really I do. I pray and look to the sky’s. We finally break through the “dark” zone and I start calling Fire Stations and California Dept of Forestry (they do most of our fire response cause we live out in an unincorporated part of the county.) NO ONE can answer a simple question … where is the stupid fire??? So, we decide we need to get home, but alas … the gas guzzler is on empty! So we must drive the rest of the way into town, fill up and then get back up the hill before our access roads have been closed off to us. I call the Dentist (still trying to remain calm) and let them know that I’m truly sorry, but there is a wild fire somewhere and I have to get back up the hill to get to my son. We need to reschedule some other time. Then I try the fifth (no joke … 5 different phone #’s for different fire stations – anyone I could think of!) I get this nice lady who informs me that, “Oh yes, we have a control burn at Lake Skinner. We have lots of extra engines there to make sure that it doesn’t get out of control. You really should be fine.” I thanked the lady and hung up. Tears were in my eyes as I said a silent prayer of thanks to our Lord. I called the Dentist office, told them about the control burn and asked if we could still come in today as we were about 10 min from them. They said yes and Tori went in and got one baby tooth pulled and a “shard” left over from another baby tooth extracted. Oh, what a day.
Friday, Dave changes the tire on the small car to the spare and drives down to get new tires for the small car. The flat was a total blow out. Praise God it happened while sitting at home and not while driving! Dave makes it home, but the car overheats and spews water from the water pump. Dave takes the old water pump out of the small car so that he can get a replacement at the Auto Store.
Saturday, we all pile into the Suburban with our huge cooler to go down to Temecula to pick up our Angle Food. I’m struggling with not freaking out getting back into a car … did I mention I hate car problems? Ian and I have a few words
and Ian gets stressed
. Dave stays calm (which is a miracle – not because Dave’s bad person/dad, but because when Ian and I get stressed, it used to send him into stress city too.) I switch places with Ian so that he can sit in the front seat and I take the middle seat. I get car sick in the car on the way down the hill, but we get to the church where they have the Angel Food. We go in and get the food and load it into our cooler in the back of the Suburban. (we had also brought frozen gallon water jugs in there to keep it all cool) Dave starts the car, but it won’t catch. It turns over, but it’s not getting fuel or spark. We don’t know which. We heard a pop when he tried to start it. Ugh. I really can’t believe it. Here I sit for the who knows how many times trying desperately to hang on to my sanity … and grace. We called our neighbor and then called Auto Club. Auto Club towed Dave and the car to the dealership and our neighbor (bless his heart) came down the hill (an hour trip to the church) and picked up me and the kids and our ice chest full of food! Then we headed over to the dealership to pick up Dave.
The service people said that it could be a number of things, from a spark arrestor thingie to the Electric Control Modular. So from a few dollars to just under a thousand (they think) Ugg. 
I know that all things work together for those who love the Lord and seek after Him. I’m just not sure why such bad things have to keep happening to us when we actively seek after Him.
Enough whine feast.