Bianca wouldn't start this morning.
My heart stopped briefly this morning when I hopped into my car, turned the key and heard a click. I tried once more, and still nothing happened. I woke Cameron up, and he came out and tried. Again - nothing. So - I drove his car to work, and he'll call Mom and she'll come up and help jump it off. Hopefully, it isn't anything serious.
Now - let me tell you how this turned into an exercise in thanksgiving as I drove towards the office.
I thanked God that Bianca didn't pitch her hissy fit yesterday while I was at work or during my late night trip to the corner store for No More Tears and Honey Nut Cheerios. I thanked God for providing a loving husband to help take care of things like this. I thanked God for my mother - who lives 5 miles away and is always happy to help. I thanked God that I had planned to leave for work early, so this hiccup didn't actually make me late. I thanked God that we are blessed to have 2 cars so that when things go wrong with one, it doesn't mean disaster. I thanked God that Cameron's father answered the phone and backed up my highly speculative diagnostic. I thanked God that this happened on a day when Cameron is off - so that he has the time to take care of it.
Being a believer does not mean that things won't go wrong. We live in a world where it is a given that things will go wrong. Faith in a loving God does change your perspective, though. Faith takes the focus from what went wrong to what went right.
God is Good. All the time.
Cameron just texted to say that the car started! All it took was patience, Coca-Cola, and jumper cables! *happydance!*
Charge didn't hold. Off to the shop. Yargh.