:: Monday, September 09, 2002 ::

"The troubles of my heart have enlarged..." (Ps. 25:17)

I had many adventures tonight with my car. Toby began to clunk uproariously and then kaputed. I feel rather like a Mommy whose only child is unexplainably and spastically ill. However, God is good -- I could have been by myself, but Eliot and Querida were with me and helped to push Toby out of the road. He could have broken in a busy intersection, but the evil happened on a country road, practically empty at 8:20 p.m. We could have been stranded in a terrible, ghetto part of town, but we were able to leave the car in the well-lit parking lot of a Christian nursing home, the workers of which offered to keep watch until I could come back. We are all ok, and that's what matters most.
I called Dad to let him know, and he nonchalantly told me about Mom's car breaking down and my brother's truck being broadsided on Friday. Both Mom and Zach are fine, but I'm convinced Dad should not drive the van for awhile. After hearing all the vehicular troubles and realizing that 10-20 hours of work had just been added to my schedule, I was bordering on the overwhelmed. However, what do I have to be upset about? God has yet to forget about me or let me down. Life would be too mundane without having to occasionally question whether or not I'll survive, right?

"Oh, I could sing unending songs
Of how You saved my soul;
Well, I could dance a thousand miles
Because of Your great love..." ~Delirious?

I'll wax philosophical one of these days, but tonight, you got a piece of Life According to Bethany. Frightening? Bewildering? Stay tuned for reader responses...

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