I don’t exactly know why I am running from God, but every time I try to come back home from a trip it seems like we have problems of great fish proportions. We left for home yesterday morning at 9:00 eastern time for what was supposed to be a leisurely 9 hour trip. We made it back to Eufaula at 11:30 central time. Of course the bulk of that extra time wasn’t spent driving. It was spent stuck on the side of the road.
The first thing that happened was that our trailer got a flat tire. Actually the first thing that happened actually happened on the way to NC–the air conditioner went out. But the first thing that actually made us loose time was the flat. We pulled over and with the help of a really great guy from Charlotte’s incident response unit we were back on the road with a new spare is just about an hour.
We were rolling along thinking that our one incident was done for the day when we hit some traffic in Atlanta. The traffic was still moving even though it was moving slow so I didn’t think anything much of it. About the time we moved out of the slow part and got to rolling again one of the cars in our caravan called us and told us we were smoking. I started looking for a nice exit to stop at, and before I could find one the guys in the back said, “There’s smoke coming in the van” It wasn’t long after that when it was coming in through the floor in the front seat as well.
I did all I could to get the van over and up an exit ramp, but it just wouldn’t make it all the way up the ramp. To add insult to injury it stopped just inches away from the shade. Apparently the transmission was out. I was fed up. People on the phone kept asking questions like they wanted me to try and fix it or something. They didn’t understand that the church van has finally beaten me. It has destroyed my spirit. Someone asked me today if the van was dead. “It is to me,” was my reply. I will never again take that thing on a trip. The problem is that we don’t have the money to get a new one so I need someone to blow that one up without telling our insurance carrier.
So we sat on the side of the road trying to figure out what to do with the several thousand dollars worth of stuff (not to mention everyone’s personal stuff) that was in the van and the trailer. In the end there were some cool God moments (people were in Atlanta already who were able to help us and get us back to Eufaula) that made me remember that He is in control, but when I was pulling everything out of our trailer and the van and repacking it into a different truck I wasn’t feeling a whole lot like worshiping. I don’t know what lesson it is that I am not learning. I mean the law
of averages should give us just one trip without an incident right?
But with all of that said I made it home. There were some really cool God thing that happened this week and some really cool “rock star” moments, but I am ready for bed and those will have to come later. The only other thing I wanted to say was that my son looks like a totally different boy. I can’t believe how much he changed in just a week.