His Way

I am not very good at this yet. Actually I suck. I think about blogging way more than I actually do it...obviously, this is only my third entry.

This last week has been interesting. My flexibility and patience have been tested a bit. Stony and I took an extremely quick road trip to Arkansas this last weekend. We left Friday night about 10 and were back at our house Monday morning at 6. We went to clean out his mom's storage unit. It was a secret trip, no one in his family could know about it. And this whole week has been about unpacking the uhaul trailer, hiding some of his dad's stuff at my parents' house, and trying to figure out what to do with the rest, all while being secretive. Why do we have to keep this a secret? Because his dad left boxes and boxes of baseball and football cards. Some are just cards, some are worth some money. And his mom is going to use them for her retirement, which is great since she no longer has any money saved. The reason Stony's siblings can't know about it is because they all want the cards too. Vicki is so giving she would give them each 2 boxes and be left with nothing before anyone could even blink. So...secret it is.

The trip itself was great. We had great driving weather (once we were out of colorado). We enjoyed just being the two of us. We had fun the 20 hours we spent in Arkansas; we splurged a little and got a nice hotel with a comfy bed and a pool and ate a bunch a fried food. And then we got back to Colorado and nothing this week has gone as planned. We couldn't unload the trailor becuase his brother spent 2 days at our house. We hid the truck and trailer at my sister's. Then we had to go to work. The truck wouldn't start, so Stony unhooked the full trailer, parked it down the street, pushed the truck to the house and tried to get it running. It wouldn't. So he borrowed his mom's car for 2 days. We finally get the trailer to Estes, but Stony didn't have enough time to unload it completely. So today we try to go to work: my car won't start. We can't fix it. So I have to call in. Then we realize that the trailer has to be taken back today (which by the way, was a 6 day rental and I was so irritated that the lady wouldn't give a 2-3 day rental because we had to pay for it all and I thought 6 days was a ridiculous amount of time to have it). So today I go to Estes with Stony to help finish with the trailer and becuase we have spent so much time messing around with my car and stuff in the truck, Stony is going to be late and I have to unload the trailer and take it to be turned it by myself. I get it done, get the trailer on the hitch, but can't tighten the stupid thing so it is unsafe to pull...I pull it anyway.

You know, I kept my cool during almost all of this. In small bites, none of this really was bad, it was irritating, but handle-able. But by today, my tummy was full of little irritations and I grumbled a lot. Then, the coolest thing happened. As I was pulling out of my parents' driveway, with Kizzy in the car, I stopped. I looked at Kizzy and I said, let's ask God to keep the trailer from falling off so we don't get in an accident. Kizzy looked up at the sky and said, "God please help us with the trailer." We were still on the dirt road and I had pulled over to see if I could tighten the hitch at all. I was not even out of the truck when a man drove up that we know. He stopped and helped us make the trailer safe to pull. God totally took care of us, not the way I thought He would, but He did it His way. Then I started thinking about all the things that happened all week. Things did not always go the way I thought they should. But every time, something "inconvenient" happened, the result was better than what I had planned out.

I have learned this lesson, I don't know how many times. Today I am just grateful, God is a better planner than me.