I was not looking forward to Saturday morning. I dropped Christopher off at his job and returned home to start the "last trip". Hubby made certain everything was out of the Dynasty and pulled out onto the county road with me driving the Buick behind him.
We traveled county roads and highways, through small towns and passing farms and ranches. I tuned the radio to K-Love and enjoyed music while keeping an eye on the car in front of me part of the time. Our destination was a junk yard, the only one in our part of the state that offered $150.00 for a car if it is driven to the yard.
Now, the way we came to be able to drive it was definitely one of those "God moments". I had planned to drive the Dynasty into town a couple of times but something stopped me. Each time I had this feeling that I really should stay home. My husband was driving it to the church small group we belong to when it literally fell apart, losing a spring.
A guy in a pickup truck was driving behind him who had mechanic's skills and had (just happened) to have the same thing happen to his truck recently. Hubby went home with him and then returned to the car where the guy inserted a piece of wood where the spring had been so it could be driven.
It seemed such an inconvenience at the time but looking back we realized it was a sign of God's compassion.
We did get an estimate but it would cost far more than the car was worth to fix it so... thanks to guy who helped my husband, we were on this Saturday morning journey. My husband drove into the junkyard and handed the title of the car to the man in the office, leaving with a check but first stopping by to pat the hood of the car... arriving back at the Buick with tears in his eyes.
I understood completely, that car had been with us a long time and well, men get attached to their cars. We decided to stop being sad and in honor of a car we paid $6,000 in cash for back in the 1990's, we'd use some of the money received to go out to lunch. We knew at one time there was a mom and pop diner-bakery in one of the towns we passed through so we drove by to see if it was still there... how good to know something was the same.
We enjoyed an excellent lunch without guilt, thanks to the small amount of money received for what they considered "junk" and we thought of as a once reliable but old family friend. We also talked about the miracle of the car breaking down during one of the few times my husband drove it recently... and that "just the right person" was behind him on a country road. God's "coincidences"...
We gave up one family friend but God gave us back another. Sasha had a mini stroke on Friday. Having gone through it with her sister, we now know what one looks like. We prayed, asking for more time with our beloved furball. The vet had told us Storm must have had a few of these little strokes and had recovered so we knew it was possible.
Friday evening she was not looking too good and had trouble walking. Saturday morning she jumped on our bed and meowed in my ear, telling me it was her Fancy Feast morning. She looked completely well. We had been given further time with her. We know at age eighteen, she's lived a long life but we'd like a little more time.
One goodbye... one prayer answered... one celebration of the Risen Christ Easter Sunday. All in God's will. :)