Saturday, April 3, 2010

Bald Carpenters

... are cute.
Looks like it could be a HGTV day.
I made no plans for today, so here I sit. Watching guys with tool belts talk about beams and studs and lug nuts.

Unexpectedly, Clint let me know yesterday at 5 pm that he and Max would be driving to Sun Peaks at midnight and they'd be taking my Durango (because of it's 4x4 feature) as the Coke (Coquihalla Hwy) had horrific driving conditions. They planned on leaving at midnight.

Here's the thing.
My truck is becoming less and less reliable because I am replacing it. Right? I've only been talking about it for the past 18 months. But I'm serious this time. I was not going to spend another dime keeping it road-worthy/safe because I am not keeping it. As soon as I have time, I'm getting a new-to-me vehicle.

So when Clint said (at 5 pm on Good Friday) that he needed it, I had no chance to get it looked at before it was expected to transport two very precious pieces of cargo through a blizzard to the mountain top. I hate having to rely solely on God. I like having a mechanic look at things and then use God as my back-up plan.

Max drove his truck (with it's standard transmission that I don't know how to drive) out to Clint's place and left it  there, (Clint was shooting video at the Heat game) and then brought Clint's truck to me (at the White Spot where I was having tea with Maureen after watching The Ghost Writer). Then at midnight, minutes after I arrived home, Max called and said that Clint needed stuff from the back of his truck, could I meet them before they left from Abbotsford? So we met halfway at the McDonald's at 264th where I reminded them that my truck needed oil regularly and pointed out that I'd put two "cans" behind the driver's seat along with a make-shift funnel made out of a 2 litre gingerale container.

I came back home and wished again that I'd had it serviced. And wished it wasn't snowing on the Coke. And wished that they weren't driving through the night. And wished that they would all be home this Easter. And wished that my longing to be surrounded by my kids would evaporate so that I wouldn't feel sorry for myself.

Then I prayed.
And turned on the TV and watched Girl's Best Friend which started at 2 am. At 3 am, Clint twittered this post on his facebook status:

Worst conditions on the coke I've ever driven

Which you know what? A mother doesn't want to read that.
I went to bed at 4. They called at 5; I fell asleep at 6.

And now?
Now I'm watching a bald guy fix up docks and decks at people's cottages and am reminded of the Easters we used to spend at Cultus. 

I need a new vision for the future.
I need to look forward and not look back.

And I DEFINITELY should not have made cream cheese brownies for breakfast/lunch/ (and supper?)

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. My kids are safe and enjoying themselves.
2. I have delicious brownies waiting for me in the kitchen.
3. I have books to read, shows to watch, cupboards to organize, gardens to weed, an English vacation to plan, blogs to check, and a list to give attention to. 

From Grace for the Moment:

When human hands fastened the divine hands to a cross with spikes, it wasn't the soldiers who held the hands of Jesus steady. It was God who held them steady. Those same hands that formed the oceans and built the mountains. Those same hands that designed the dawn and crafted each cloud. Those same hands that blueprinted one incredible plan for you and me.
Take a scroll out to the hill. Out to Calvary. Out to the cross where, with holy blood, the hand that placed you on the planet wrote the promise, "God would give up his only Son before he'd give up on you."


Anonymous said...

Hey, I'm getting caught up... Your comment about having God be your back up plan cracked me up. I hear ya!
:) September

Anonymous said...

Oh, and I was going to ask if Grace for the Moment was a Lucado book because in my opinion, he has a pretty distinctive writing style and this just screamed his name. I can never decide if I like his style or am just profoundly annoyed by it. He tends to repeat himself in threes, or restate what he says three times or rephrase the same thing in triplicate.

I googled it and yep-eroo, it's him.

September again.