All the kids were dressed and buckled in. Courtney was ready. I got in the car and turned the key.
Nothing.
I tried again.
Still nothing.
I turned on the lights.
Plenty bright.
Oh great, the starter’s out. Just what I need.
I told Courtney. She suggested I take Elgin and go to church in my pick-up, which has only 2 normal seats and a tiny jump seat in the back. I thought about it. I wanted to go.
“If I don’t fix this now, you won’t be able to go to Vespers tonight, and we won’t be able to go to church tomorrow morning.”
I got on my moped and headed to O’Reilly’s.
$130? For a re-manufactured one? Ooof. Just what I needed. Guess I’ll have to throw it on the credit card like everything else.
I put it in the basket on the back of my moped and started home.
An hour later, I was done. I turned the key, and the engine started up.
Thank God!
I should have been thanking Him much earlier.
I started thinking of all the reasons I had to thank God in this situation.
Thank God that the flywheel teeth were sharp and intact–I didn’t have to replace it.
Thank God my Dad taught me how to use tools and fix things–a mechanic would have charged me at least $350.
Thank God the starter went out at home, and not last night when Courtney was at church with the kids and I was at work–or yesterday morning when she was picking apples with the kids an hour north of here.
Thank God O’Reilly’s had a re-manufactured starter motor in stock.
Thank God I had the time to fix it before going to work–and even had time left over to spend some time with the kids.
All in all, I was blessed this morning, and I’m learning to be more thankful for my blessings.