The Margins of Life

Being a procrastinator, I wisely saved everything dealing with the car till the last two days before we would turn it  over to a friend. This friend had graciously volunteered to drive it cross country for us.

Naturally, Kim and I wanted it to be without issue. The Storm conspired with my procrastination otherwise.

After a day of rain the auto shop I brought the car to for some minor repairs was out of power.

God's good grace got the car back into my possession. It could've been up on a lift when the car shop lost power during the storm. But it wasn't.

I was out the repairs I needed and had little money to go to the dealership, but that was my only option.

I avoid dealerships like the den of thieves they sometimes are. Do you? I find most dealerships obnoxious places and expect to have my wallet fleeced just for stepping on site.

However, my most needed repair couldn't be avoided and I didn't want to take the car apart in the rain, so there it was.  But first things first, I had to get my car.

When I showed up to get my car from the shop w/o power, the owner gave me fifty dollars to help toward Kim and I going to school. He'd heard our story and wanted to help out. I was surprised but happily and thanked him for his generosity. 

My bill at the dealer was $49 and enough change to let there be a little jingle in my pocket. 

Just enough.

I think God likes drawing things in the margins of life.