So, all of this week and last, my normally happy-go-lucky Maxima (my car) was having trouble turning itself over and starting. I knew I needed to get it checked out, along with getting its oil changed and tires rotated. My work schedule was a bit funny most of the days, so it was not very convenient to drop it off for any unspecified length of time until this last Wednesday. I set my eyes on making sure I got it there on that day. Tuesday night rolled around and the Maxima really began to struggle. I had just finished with my cell and was picking up something to eat, and it almost did not start. So I prayed. A simple prayer, but it would turn out to be a powerful one. I asked the Lord to get me to the car shop. I started to count how many times I would need my car to start, and although really I only needed three more times, I asked for four. Four more times. I prayed this as I headed to a friend's house. When I went to leave her house for the night, it started with a struggle, but indeed it started. (1) I got home and when I left for prayer morning the next day, it was the same thing. (2) I got to the church and was able to go to prayer. It started again as I left to go to work! (3) BUT I decided I needed to stop at home to grab my lunch and needed my keys SO I had to start my car one more time before I could get it to the car shop. And it DID. (4) I got to the car shop, which thankfully is across the street from my work. I casually told the mechanic that I needed an oil change, tires rotated, and oh, would you look at my battery/starter? It has been having issues. So, I go out to my car to get the stuff I needed for the day, and as I am leaving, I hear the mechanic get in my car AND "click, click, click, click". DEAD. No go. My Maxima was not going to start. I beamed because I knew that God had answered my prayer. The mechanics looked at me like I was crazy for being happy that my car would not start. I explained how I had prayed that it would make it to the car shop. It did. The mechanic later told me that my battery was "smoked". It only turned out to be the battery, and I have a great little story to tell. :) It started EXACTLY four times.
Friday, February 6, 2009
dreams...
Dreams…my dreams are almost never normal. And I almost never remember them UNLESS they are napping or snoozing dreams. I have been having a few funny ones lately though so I thought I’d share. Many of these dreams involve things I have been thinking about recently or have seen.
My 24 inspired dream (leading me to believe that PERHAPS I was watching it too much?): In this dream, I was shot (to kill) by one of my guy friends because he was ordered to in order to save his girlfriend. I survived and hunted him down. I think I yelled at him for shooting me. Apparently, I did not like getting shot.
*I had just watched the episode where Tony messes things up big time in order to save his wife…like put his wife’s life before millions of people’s lives who were at risk of exposure to a killer virus.
My hot dog and Pokemon Snap inspired dream: Ha, ha, in THIS dream, I was in a car and saw the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile and was desperately trying to take a good picture of it for a friend. It was very important to me to get a good shot. It, however, was quite elusive, and got away. I gave up and was sad.
*I recently saw a picture of a friend holding up a balloon? of an Oscar Meyer hot dog, which made me think of the Wienermobile. I also recently played Pokemon Snap at Tim’s house (so fun! I used to be really good at it…) Anyway, the objective of that game is to take pictures of Pokemon and the better the picture, the more points you get. Soooo, there you go.
I have also been having a dream where the theme is repeated…that my mom died but came back to life. The first time I dreamt that, I found out because I was visiting my brother. I remember feeling shocked. The second time, she came back to life only to die again within like 10 hours. But I got to spend those hours with her. She went to sleep, my guess is for good after that. The dream then escalated to some more intense things, which I will let lie. Both times, the emotions I felt were so strong that they lingered when I woke up. I chalk it up to missing her, and not always processing the emotions I feel the way I perhaps should.
Dreams are interesting. I would love to have more of them. My favorite dream, though, was when I dreamt that a friend of mine (who was not pregnant at the time) was preparing a nursery for her baby. I tucked it away, and only shared it with one other person. Two weeks later, that same friend announced that she was pregnant! And I now enjoy babysitting for that lil’ guy on a fairly regular basis. I felt like God let me in on a little secret, and it made my joy so much greater than had I not had that dream.
My 24 inspired dream (leading me to believe that PERHAPS I was watching it too much?): In this dream, I was shot (to kill) by one of my guy friends because he was ordered to in order to save his girlfriend. I survived and hunted him down. I think I yelled at him for shooting me. Apparently, I did not like getting shot.
*I had just watched the episode where Tony messes things up big time in order to save his wife…like put his wife’s life before millions of people’s lives who were at risk of exposure to a killer virus.
My hot dog and Pokemon Snap inspired dream: Ha, ha, in THIS dream, I was in a car and saw the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile and was desperately trying to take a good picture of it for a friend. It was very important to me to get a good shot. It, however, was quite elusive, and got away. I gave up and was sad.
*I recently saw a picture of a friend holding up a balloon? of an Oscar Meyer hot dog, which made me think of the Wienermobile. I also recently played Pokemon Snap at Tim’s house (so fun! I used to be really good at it…) Anyway, the objective of that game is to take pictures of Pokemon and the better the picture, the more points you get. Soooo, there you go.
I have also been having a dream where the theme is repeated…that my mom died but came back to life. The first time I dreamt that, I found out because I was visiting my brother. I remember feeling shocked. The second time, she came back to life only to die again within like 10 hours. But I got to spend those hours with her. She went to sleep, my guess is for good after that. The dream then escalated to some more intense things, which I will let lie. Both times, the emotions I felt were so strong that they lingered when I woke up. I chalk it up to missing her, and not always processing the emotions I feel the way I perhaps should.
Dreams are interesting. I would love to have more of them. My favorite dream, though, was when I dreamt that a friend of mine (who was not pregnant at the time) was preparing a nursery for her baby. I tucked it away, and only shared it with one other person. Two weeks later, that same friend announced that she was pregnant! And I now enjoy babysitting for that lil’ guy on a fairly regular basis. I felt like God let me in on a little secret, and it made my joy so much greater than had I not had that dream.
I just wanted to share since mine have been quite interesting lately...
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