Trust your Guts - It's God

Earlier this week I woke up with a headache. A gut feeling hit me, that I was going to have a break down with the vehicles. I had to drive to downtown Seattle for an inspection job. I just picked up the new car over the weekend, and it has an oil leak. It's a small one. But I know with a car that's been sitting over a year, there are going to be new issues when you start driving it. I didn't want the car to 'get warmed up' and have the oil leak turn into a major issue. I thought the car was going to be the one to leave me stranded.

 So, I decided to take the Expedition. After all, I've been driving it for a year now and the few times it's had issues they were easy fixes. For the most part it's been really dependable. Harder on gas, but reliable. It's also a lot bigger and harder to part, especially in Seattle. I spoke to my friend {that gave me the car} and she thought it should do fine. My guts were really bugging me. Even after her reassurance, I took the Expedition.

Traffic was 'hell' and even though I left an hour earlier than the navigator suggested, I was still running late. I called my client who had a second appointment after ours, so now he's stressed out a bit too. Navigator suggested an alternate route at the last minute that would gain me about 15 minutes. I don't like taking alternate routes especially in Seattle. But I did it anyway. Just a couple minutes before my destination, the road very narrow piled high with construction, had high metal curb rails in place. 

To avoid the rail on my left, I stayed hard to the right and of course. BAM! the tire hit the rail on the right side. I was surprised the air bags didn't deploy. Immediately after my tire pressure sensor started buzzing and lights flashing. Of course I called my son. I let him know I just blew a tire. Still able to drive, the air wasn't completely gone yet and I only had a minute to go. I arrived at my destination and to a safe parking lot. My son was busy and I had to do my inspection, so I let the truck sit. 

After my inspection I talked to my son again. He works swing shift and there was no time to get to me and get back home before he had to go to work. The amazing son that he is, he made arrangements for a towing company to come out and put the spare on for me. I personally couldn't have changed the tire on the truck, for one my jack wouldn't raise it up high enough. For two, even the tow truck driver had a hell of a time getting the old tire off. It was a bit spendy, so I'm indebted to my son financially now as well. God bless him, he wouldn't leave mom stranded. I raised an amazing young man!

I had to drive to Bellingham the following day, which again I took the Expedition, spent a small fortune in gas to get there and back, but it did okay running on the spare. I've been praying hard about it all and the Lord has reassured me to take the car. Save money on gas, and get the jobs done. (Sometimes I feel like I'm the only inspector in the area, as they are always asking me daily to do critical inspections and to go to - faraway places.)

Once I got back to the house, I switched up and have been driving the car around ever since. Which seems to be doing fine with a minimal oil leak. I'm checking the fluids constantly and working on getting the parts to fix what we think is the oil leaking cause. I keep cardboard under it when it's parked to gauge the droplets and make sure it's not getting worse. 

Yes, God helps with even the little things in life. A while back the battery on my laptop started acting up and I couldn't afford the $200 to have it fixed. Ran a few diagnostics and restart procedures, prayed hard overnight, and by morning - all was well again. Jesus knew I needed the laptop to do the work. He knows I need a reliable car that won't break the bank in gas to do the work, and He knows I'm working hard to afford to live by myself without any outside help.

In my younger years I only listened to the voice about half the time. The half I wasn't listening, always led to a situation I regretted or ended up being hurt or have been 'stuck' with something horrible. I've learned to recognize the Lord's quiet voice and many times in life, listening to the little voice inside, has saved my life. I know it's God. Regardless of how hard and / or miserable my life looks on the outside to others. I have been blessed and received miracles almost daily. 

You have to learn to listen and trust your guts. That little voice inside, is God, trying to help you. It's the voice of Jesus and the closer you get to Him, the easier it is to hear, and the better your life will be. It's about what we are on the inside, that brings joy into life. It's not about what we have on the outside.

 {Circumstances with the wrong people in my life led me away from the Lord for many years. Don't make the same mistake, trust your gut - it's God.}

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