Breaking New Ground

Am often awake during the wee hours of the morning and thought I'd start blogging....yep....I'm a newbie, novice, baby, put-your-toe-in-the-water-for-the-first-timer....and I'm sure it'll show. Just sit back and enjoy or moan...I can't hear you anyway. :)

The car started screeching at me on the way to work yesterday....or more precisely the brakes started making that decalcifying-your-spine sound when they need serious attention. Being a single mom has it's drawbacks and one of them is there's only one car in the household....so planning a car repair can feel like (might even look like on the outside) planning an invasion of a small nation OR a child's birthday party. However, God is good all the time and knew I didn't need to make strategic millitary decisions while PMS'y and I'll be planning a b-day party towards the end of the month. He blessed me with a Midas at the end of the street. Have you ever stopped to think what all goes into lining up blessings? God is the ultimate jigsaw puzzle worker, weaver, creator...I'm grateful for the Midas that was at the end of my street before I ever knew I needed it. Was able to take the car at 7am and walk home afterwards. We saw all sorts of things you'd ordinarily whiz by.....woodpeckers diving into bushes ( goofballs of the bird world...I've seen them drink from hummingbird feeders and bang on the side of houses), all sorts of gorgeous flowers, an old barn and shed I've driven past hundreds of times and didn't know were there, blooming cactus, a turtle poking its nose out of water, and the kindness of neighbors we don't know waiting at the intersection so we could cross the street. We've walked around town before and always get looks.....at first I was worried walking is outlawed in Tomball or perhaps we (and this is a HUGE stretch) looked like we might be drumming up business...but not so...it pays to slow down and take things in....how can we be grateful for all that God's given us if we don't even know it's there? Plus, I cross the median or do braille-driving when I turn my head to talk to the doodlebug in the car. Walk places with your kiddos if you're able to....there's joy there for the taking.

For those of you who might be concerned about the car, "Kitten" as the girlie named it, is fine...she got new brakes where needed and a pedicure on the others. Been a faithful car and I've been grateful for it too.....did see an 87 Firebird in the parking lot of the repair shop. Pointed to it and announced I used to drive a car like that one. The look from the girlie's face was priceless..."wow...you were cool once" is how I'd intepret it....and for a brief moment I felt that way too....or was it from the time spent on our sight-seeing adventure. Might never know....but I don't care...my life is good and I'm grateful.