And Mountains Shall be Moved!!

I learned a few things... Things that I already knew, but kinda forgot. I learned that God can and will Move Mountains!

On our way back from the Christening of our Friend's Daughter we ran into some major car trouble. When I say major, I aint talking about no flat tire! I'm talking MAJOR car trouble!

We stopped at the gas station to take advantage of some $1.89/gallon gas and we realized that the car was wobbling a bit. With Kyle watching, I drove back and forth in the parking lot, and then Kyle made the Oh S*&t face and told me not to move...

I froze, put the car in park, turned it off and got out to see what was up.

We removed the hubcap to realize that two of the five lugs (the things that hold your tire onto your car) were broken off! COMPLETELY BROKEN.. When I say broken, I mean they fell onto the frigging ground...

Okay, No biggie we can drive slow in the right lane with the hazards on right??? Uh, NO! its raining, its dark and it's cold... and did I mention that we were out in Downingtown PA? (Like 10 miles from DE)

Alright, we're cool (or so we think) we get back in the car and map out our route... We tell each other that if we take it slow (really slow) that we'll be good. And then all of the sudden I hear a sound... It's the windshield wiper.. They're broken too.

Now I'm Panicking

If we could just find some rainx we'll be cool. But did I mention that it's raining HARD?? and its DARK? and its COLD.. oh and that we have KIDS IN THE CAR???

We shut the kids up (yes, we told them to shut up) and we prayed!... now what you have to understand is that Kyle and I are very private with our prayers. We're both the type of people who go into our "prayer closets" alone... but here we were praying out loud asking God for guidance. We asked God to Move Mountains!

So a good 20 minutes have passed and here we are tying twine to the windshield wipers, squirting rainx onto the windshield, and kicking the tire. By now the kids are asleep, and we prayfully venture home...

We leave Downintown at 5:35pm, head onto the PA Turnpike and joke about not driving faster than our Guardian Angels can fly. Along the way we periodically stop to check the tire, look back to check the kids and pull the strings on the windshield wipers... Its funny now, but it wasn't at the time.

We got into Philly at 7:28 pm,and I just wanted to get out and scream. we stop the car, and and we both let out the biggest sigh of relief. I let go of the windshield wiper strings and my hands are shaking.

And that's when the praise started.

Just wanna Praise him, forever and ever, and ever for all he's done for me! Is what pops into my head, and I break out in song, dance and tears...Those who know me well know that I'm not that enthusiastic (at least openly) about too many things, but here I was dancing and singing in our driveway...

So now, almost 3 hours later I am sitting here, waiting to hear the washer ding, listening to my kids complain about being hungry, and all I can do is praise God!