Meant to be...

Okay... so, last week was the week from the VERY BAD PLACE! I bought a new car in August and it has been wonderful. The reason I bought a new car was because the Rodeo kept having problems and I always worried about driving it long distances. I felt no peace in that thing. I loved it for many reasons, but never felt totally at peace that it was reliable. It broke down in August and I went and bought a car. I'm not used to cars cause I've had the rodeo for a while. As you will remember last week was really our first bad snow storm, especially if you live in Santaquin where they don't plow until later in the morning, like 11 (LAME). Here is a rundown of my week:

Monday: Woke up, it had snowed, missed the bus in Payson so I had to go to Spanish Fork (not a big deal). Got home and there was too much snow to get in the driveway so I got stuck half in the road on the way into the driveway. I had to get out, go inside, change my clothes, and shovel for an hour just to get in the driveway and park.

Tuesday: SNOWED- Got up, went outside, it looked like I hadn't even shoveled (good thing I shoveled the night before), took about 3 times of reverse, drive, reverse, drive to get out on the road. Got stuck going up the street to Santaquin main street. Tried a different route, got stuck again, reverse, drive, reverse, drive, got out, kept driving, got stuck again. Had to drive 30 mph on the freeway to get to payson park and ride. The park and ride was NOT plowed nor had it been the day before. I had to GUN IT just to get in the lot and into a parking spot. Worried all day at work about how I was going to get my car out of the park and ride cause I knew when I parked I was stuck. Got to car after work, got out of the park and ride, thankfully, and got on the freeway. If I went over 40mph on the freeway my car wobbled. Thought I had a flat tire, pulled over, no flat tire. What the.... Get home, shoveled again. Called Dad to see why my car might hav e been wobbling. He said there was probably ice under my car and I should go to a car wash to try to get it off. So I did. It worked a little, but mostly I looked like a complete idiot driving out of the car wash while others were scraping snow off their cars.

Wednesday: Get up, start my car to defrost. Get ready. Get in car, it is freezing cold, and blowing cold air, which was weird because it was warming up for 20 minutes. Get in car, drive, eh... 4 blocks, notice the temperature is in the red. CRAP! Pull over, wait for my car to cool down. Drive to gas station to get antifreeze. They are out. Get in, drive back home. Car overheats again, wait for it to cool. Trial and error my way to a solution for the overheating problem and try to get the rest of the ice out from under my car.

Thursday: Car drives okay to work, still wobbled a little at 60 mph. Did not over heat, but thought the exhaust fumes looked a little too white for my liking- worried my engine was going. Worry at work about the wobbling and the engine. Get off the bus to my car and notice that someone had rammed into the side of my car and didn't leave a note. Stood there sad and shocked for a few minutes, thinking "are you freaking kidding me!!!"

Friday: Get up, warm up car. 15 minutes later go get in car, ice cold again. Check the overflow of the antifreeze, looked okay. Got in drove about 3 blocks... OVER HEAT! Drove home. CRIED!!! And then cried some more while waiting for my car to cool down. Talked to Nic, cried some more. Went out to check antifreeze and it was empty. I couldn't see any in the reserve or the radiator. Filled it up. Called Dad to see what he thought. He thought the thermostat, so did Dave. Tried to change it myself (I did it twice in the rodeo), it was too far in the engine, I had this thought "just take it in to get it fixed" I thought it twice, so I did. I call, the place on main was booked so they referred me to Terry's tires on the bench. I called, they said they could get me in. I put my car back together, and start to drive. I cried and prayed my guts out begging the Lord to help me. Telling him I know I am a terrible Daughter, but I really need his help. I seriuosly BEGGED, and cried. I get there, there are two men in front of me, they drop off their car, then sit in the last two available chairs, so I have to stand for about 40 minutes while I wait. No one talked to me (which is fine, it's a mechanic shop) I was bored to death, but I prayed and prayed so much. I kept thinking of the money I didnt' have to fix it, and hoped it was in a price range I could fix it. I told the Lord "even if I can't get this fixed and this doesn't work out, I still love you. " Someone left, so I sat down. The praying continued, I had a lot of thinking time. I was there for 2 hours and finally the mechanic comes out and tells Mike (guy behind counter) that it isn't the thermostat, that there is a pin hole in the radiator hose. He passed by me and goes "is that your car?" I said "Yeah, what's wrong with it?" He said to come back and he'd show me. So he did. Then I go back in and Mike tells me that it is going to be 13.50 for the part and 85 dollars for labor plus tax, so about 105 dollars. I was like... CRAP! BUt I had to get it fixed, so I said okay. Then I spend the next hour waiting and praying, and thinking about all the bills I have and crap like that. Then I look over and my Bishop comes walking through the door. I was a little excited. Someone I knew. And I had the thought... Wait... if the Bishop comes here, it can't be that bad. He walks in looks over, I am sitting with a smile on my face, excited to see a familiar, loving, face, and he just does this little corner smile and looks away. OUCH! He didn't even know me. Then I kind of felt crappy for a minute. How did he not know me. He acts like he does on sunday, what the heck! He is chit chatty with Mike behind the desk like were best friends. It did still give me comfort even though I got the brush off. He goes out to see his vehicle, comes back in and does a double take at me. That's more like it. He comes over and talks to me for a while. I told him it had been a hard week and blah blah... I felt so much peace. Then after he left Mike started being chatty with me. Asked about Bishop and stuff. He was so nice now that he knew Ray Rowley was my bishop. They bring my car around, and I go up to the counter to pay my 105 dollars and Mike goes "Oh... I messed up on the price of the par..... on the price of the labor, hold on, let me figure it out again. Okay, your total is 68 dollars." HOLY... WHAT????? I almost cried. It was such an answer to my prayer. I know, and NO ONE will ever convince me that Bishop Rowley was not sent in there at that time by the Lord. I cried when I got in my car, this time it was a good cry. I knew the Lord helped me, he did, and he loved me so much. I thanked him and thanked him and thanked him. And you know... I really think last week needed to happen because I haven't felt very close to him much at all lately. I even said a long heart felt prayer in which I cried and told him that I missed him in my life (knowing that the distance between us was not his doing, but mine). It was a great ending to a CRAPPY week.

Then yesterday I was teaching my primary class about Nephi and his brothers and how they went back to get the plates. I wasn't going to get into all the gory details because they are 5. I was just trying to explain how Nephi was a good example to his brothers. Ali, a little cutey in my class breaks in and goes (in a very dramatic tone) "and then Nephi... got him [Laban] drunk, and he fell over, and he cut his head off with a knife!!!" LOL! I was shocked. I was like "uh... yeah (long pause) that's pretty much how it happened". LOL!!! She is so cute!