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A Miracle.
For quite some time now, I have been held from leaving Texas to answer a call to mission work in Seattle. Vehicle problems and transportation issues have piled into amounts that would take far too long to go into detail about. But, in short, I will say that is was so much, that the frequency of failure kept frustration and discouragement knocking hard at my door.
The last attempt was to repair a broken vehicle of mine to make the road trip and after being repaired, even more serious problems arose. Water in the oil. We had just replaced the Head and Gaskets, which are the two lesser problems of the three things it could have been, leaving the worst and most expensive now at hand. A sequence of events happened: a few days of brainstorming, many peoples' specific prayers for my vehicle, waiting on some promised help that just couldn't seem to follow through, and then me speaking the words, "Please get me to Seattle," over my vehicle. That night, my brother, who had done much of the work on the car, went to check it out.
Untouched before that time. It started. It ran fine. There is no longer water in the oil.
Praise God! Tell me He isn't alive and well!
For quite some time now, I have been held from leaving Texas to answer a call to mission work in Seattle. Vehicle problems and transportation issues have piled into amounts that would take far too long to go into detail about. But, in short, I will say that is was so much, that the frequency of failure kept frustration and discouragement knocking hard at my door.
The last attempt was to repair a broken vehicle of mine to make the road trip and after being repaired, even more serious problems arose. Water in the oil. We had just replaced the Head and Gaskets, which are the two lesser problems of the three things it could have been, leaving the worst and most expensive now at hand. A sequence of events happened: a few days of brainstorming, many peoples' specific prayers for my vehicle, waiting on some promised help that just couldn't seem to follow through, and then me speaking the words, "Please get me to Seattle," over my vehicle. That night, my brother, who had done much of the work on the car, went to check it out.
Untouched before that time. It started. It ran fine. There is no longer water in the oil.
Praise God! Tell me He isn't alive and well!