Things were humming along like normal. I was leaving on time for work. At the rate I was going, I’d be able to work an hour of overtime. Grabbed my lunch and my work bag and headed out the door. Climbed into my truck and turned the key. Nothing. Turned it again. Nothing. Deep breath. Turned key. Nothing.
I leave my bags in the car and go to rouse my sleeping husband. I fall over a wayward chair in the dark, announcing my arrival long before I get to our bedroom.
“You okay?,” he says, before I can even get to the room. I tell him the trouble. He, as always, comes to my rescue. We get the car started, but I’m scared to drive to work, for fear that it won’t start when I’m ready to leave. I decide to call in and take my car to the shop when it opens…two hours from when I was originally leaving my house.
There goes my overtime plans. I had already spent the money in my head.
There goes my budget, the one we had just finalized and were actually sticking to so far this month.
There goes that mental health day I had planned later in the month. I’m using that vacation time to get the car fixed.
But you know what I still have? A smile on my face. I get to spend a few extra minutes with hubby…and those are few and far between these days. I’ve actually got the cash to pay for the repair, and for that I am thankful.
Sure, this is inconvenient. But I will not let that ruin a perfectly wonderful day. I was just praying about needing a day to myself…Wasn’t expecting to spend that day in the repair shop, but it’s fine. I’ve got a book to read, and plenty to pray about, so I won’t be bored. Yesterday was fairly productive, so there isn’t a ton of past-due work sitting on my desk, and whatever is there can wait until tomorrow.
Today is going to be a good day.
Hallelujah and Amen