Yesterday was an eventful day, firstly, my family and I went along with our home school group to a place called
Woodleaf. An amazing and beautiful place, a large lake, large pool, slides, a swing that rises 100 ft. in the air an swings you out over the lake, and many other amazing characteristics. My best friend and I enjoyed the game room mainly, which was open to us this time. Pool tables, Foosball, and Ping-Pong, pool being the one we enjoyed the most.
After spending almost the entire day talking, laughing, and having an amazing time of 'togetherness', it was time for us to leave. It was about 4:15 in the afternoon when we left, but then, when we were about twenty minutes from home, we noticed our Gramma gesturing wildly at us through her windshield to pull over. And the moment we did, smoke began to billow out from under where our wheels were. Our brakes, apparently, had burned out.
Everyone scrambled out of the car and grabbed their things, the smell of burning brakes permeated the car, everyone, [my family minus one, my little sis' best friend and Gramma] crowded around our smoking van and stared in amazement.
After a few minutes we decided that it was probably not wise to continue driving, so mom called dad [the blessings of a dad working in equipment rentals] and dad said he would bring out a car dolly, be he couldn't be there until the store closed. [at 5:00]
So we all sat on the side of the road for forty-five minutes patiently waiting for dad to come get us.
[It was a small blessing to see that at least some of the people who drove by and saw our predicament, bothered to stop and ask if we were ok]
After awhile of sitting and talking, my gramma and mom mentioned how it was such a blessing that gramma noticed something was wrong. The Lord kept us save that day, or we, in all probability, would have flown through the stop sign with no brakes and gotten in an accident. I was slightly disappointed at this turn of events, because it meant my breakfast with dad the next morning would be ruined.
But also, as a side though, thank the Lord it was a cool afternoon, because it was pleasant enough sitting on the side of the road waiting for dad to come rescue us.
Dad finally arrived with the car dolly, he hitched the van up and we were able to get home in one piece.
And so this morning, dad had to pull the van up to Chico and get it to Midas, which took a significant amount of time longer, because we missed our turn three times.... .....
We finally got it there, and then dad and I went back to our town and had the breakfast we had been planning for for three weeks, though it was really a brunch ;)
We then left for his work to put the car dolly back, and hitch up the log-splitter, which we towed home to cut all the logs we had so we can have our fireplace going this winter.
After getting it home and unhooked we all drove down to our 7-11 to get slurpees, then we got home again and split about forty logs.
All in all this was an eventful weekend, we were able to enjoy a wonderful day, [weather and fun wise] and we were again shown the mercy and sovereignty of God.
The Lord kept us safe in a potentially very dangerous situation, and I got my breakfast with dad after all =)
