Warning! This is a lengthy read
Stuck on a flat tire (Pun intended)
I’m sure you get where I’m going with this right.
Let’s digress a little first though.
My dad is not the most confident driver (sorry dad), he drives well-ish, but has a tendency to press real hard on the brakes. A car can be a football field away from him, when he sees their brake light go on, he automatically stomps heavy on his. I suppose it’s because he’s extra careful. Or, it could just be his instinct to protect his family from being involved in a collision. I just don’t know. What I do know is that based on this driving pattern, we have to get brake pads more frequently than we intend to.
About a month or so ago, he went to get an oil change.
That’s another car maintenance we also do frequently since he drives about 53 miles one way to work five days a week. Oil changes for us comes as quickly as you can say “Thank You Jesus.” 😛 At this specific appointment, the mechanic told him the car needed brake pads and a water pump. And, they also mentioned we needed four new tires and so with all their exorbitant prices adding up, we tabled these ‘needs’ for another time.
We also have a mini-van which I use to drop Zach at both school and wrestling practices, run errands around town when necessary, and drive to Stephen Ministries (SM) each Tuesday. On Friday of last week during one of those errands, the notification came on the dashboard “Maintenance Required.” Oil change time again. Since the mechanic shop my dad uses is near his job those umpteen miles away, it was agreed that we would switch vehicles and he would take the van to get an oil change Monday morning before he went to work.
Plan in motion.
Ready. Set. Stop
This plan didn’t work out because we realized my grandmother had an appointment at the hospital on Monday to remove the catheter she had in after a surgery she went through the previous week and so the plan for oil change was postponed until Tuesday (SM day). It did not seem feasible to drive a huge van all the way to the appointment (also 50 plus miles away) and having to take her back home to go back to work. 200 plus miles (two round trips) in a minivan is a gas guzzler. With the way gas prices are lately, no thank you.
So, on Tuesday, he took the van and left me with the car. No big deal. I got ready in the evening and began making my way to SM. I realized the dashboard had an exclamation mark on it, but dismissed the warning because lately, it’s always there – tire needs air it seems to scream more often than not.
On my way to SM I attempted to go.
The road I usually take had construction work going on and so I was forced to drive at a snail’s pace. As I drove along gabbing with a friend via Bluetooth, I saw Mr. Police Officer walking towards me with his hand held up. He peered in the car and said ma’am, “your back tire is flat, you’re almost about to drive on the rim, do you have far to go?”
Shocker! The light on the dashboard was actually indicating a serious issue this time.
If you’ve continued reading thus far, thanks for bearing on. I didn’t want to leave out any details because I wanted to highlight God’s impeccable timing and protection and provision and all the in between. He deserves all the glory, honor and praise. ALWAYS!
I headed to a nearby WaWa (they give free air for tires) and when I got out, there was no fixing this tire on my own. I reached out to Geico and they sent a mechanic to remove the flat tire and put the donut on.
By now you know I am car illiterate for the most part. I only know how to add a little air, put gas in my tank when necessary and all the other elementary things (depends on your definition of that word). Not to worry though, my husband will know and teach me how to do all these things and so I’m sure one of these days, I will be telling you about radiators, carburetors and fuel pump. 😂
When the mechanic looked at the tire, he said, “ma’am, you need brakes. I can do the job for $100. You buy the parts, I come to you and put them on.”
Talk about God bussing out a move! Showing off! Our God can part Red Sea y’all (in my Southern accent).
I look back over the course of these days and am grateful to God. I will list my gratitude in bullet points.
- The Lord prevented Dad from having the van on Monday. He did protect him and gram while they had the car
- The tire issue took place on my watch when I was local
- Had dad have this issue, he may have been stuck 53 miles away
- Had dad been driving on the highway when the tire went out, no telling what would have happened
- We needed the brake pads to be changed, God protected me by allowing me to drive through a construction zone where an officer was paying attention
- God shielded our family from unforeseen accidents
- God gave us a mechanic who is able to do the job for a fraction of the cost
- God has impeccable timing and is woven in the fabrics of our lives
Earlier this week, the Lord miraculously deposited the August mortgage in my bank account – plus change. The extra money is able to cover: the brake pads, the labor to install them and get this – the tires! We need four! For all those who have been praying – HE SHOWED UP BIG TIME.
Yahweh’s timing is impeccable. He does sometime come through late (by our watch) but He always comes through…with impeccable timing.
Sometimes, the Lord will cause us to be stuck on flat tires because He has lessons to teach both us and those around us. Sometimes He does it because He needs to get our attentions, we’ve been moving too fast at brake neck speed. Other times, we simply need to learn how to trust in Him and not be grumbly and complainy. There are also times when we get stuck because we need rest and to have our lens readjusted for the next stage of the journey. In many cases though, there are people we meet when stuck that needs to hear how good God is and see His salvation being unfolded.
For whatever reason you may be stuck my friend, trust in Yah’s impeccable timing.
I love you truly.
Until next time remember, His Promises are our Guarantee…🙌🏽