This morning as I head out, I thanked God that I have no current anxieties. I thanked God I was at peace. I'm sure if I thought about I could find something to be concerned about. Then as I was driving to my dad's place, a warning light came on in my car. Oh Oh. I picked up my dad, and he insisted I drive straight to my mechanic, which I did. It was 12 minutes before closing. I left my car there, and the mechanic drove me and my dad to my place. From my place my dad was able to call for a ride home.
Now I am stranded home alone all weekend, and I don't like it. Not sure how I am getting to work on Monday if at all. Not sure what this is going to cost. If I talk aloud in my apartment, no one answers. That's because I live alone.
2 comments:
I hate the feeling of being stranded! I was without a car for two days earlier this year, and even though it wasn't a big deal, I still hated not being able to go somewhere if I had wanted to! And I love that we were part of a prayer circle!
Aw, I'm sorry. Car problems are the worst! It must be really hard being alone. I'll pray especially for you today, as you know it's Divine Mercy Sunday.
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