Tuesday, June 10, 2008

My Prince Charming

Well, I had the craziest weekend! I was all set to attend the SETHSA conference on Friday and Saturday. We spent three days playing the "clean room game" (Mom's idea of a great way to spend the first days of summer!). My children were going to spend the weekend at Nana's house in the country with The Swan Sisters (My two aunts). I had spent weeks on my shopping list, tweaking it just right so that I could get maximum shopping in between attending the amazing workshops. Marshall was on a golf vacation with his father and brother and was coming in Friday to go with me on Saturday. Things looked awesome and I was excited! So, you know that something had to change my plan, right? Well, the children and I rode up to meet my Mom and everything was great! The a/c in the car worked and it is a Honda so it got greater gas mileage than the Suburban, and we played the alphabet game and B3 even found the "X" all by his five-year-old self! We met Nana and hugs and kisses and admonishments to behave went all around and I left them blissfully shopping in Target. So, I did what any mother of three who was alone for a few minutes would do: I went across the street to WalMart and did my own shopping!! I got some essentials for the conference-dark chocolate M&Ms-and I picked up a couple of cute t-shirts for myself. I was on my way home, singing too loudly probably, when I got a call from Marshall. I had to turn down the radio to talk so when I did I noticed that the car was overheating-yikes! He told me to stop where I would be safe and let it cool down. Well, three hours later, I had moved about 45 miles! I ended up staying the night in a very small town at the closest hotel I could coast in to. The manager was so very gracious and kind to me. He even called a mechanic for me. My friend Dee Dee called me to say that she was going to be able to meet me at the conference. I tried not to cry as I was telling her that I wouldn't be there. Sheryl's side note-this is the one thing that I really look forward to every year. My sweet friend worked overtime to try and help me. To make a long story shorter, and to get to the reason for the title, my sweet husband left his trip early to come and rescue me. He knew how much the conference meant to me as a homeschooling mom and he did everything he could to get me there. Talk about a Prince Charming! We had a great time together and got to hear some great teaching on some things that we can work on in our home. What about the car you ask? Well, a very nice Christian mechanic fixed the car for us and less than an hour later the engine blew out! But, God really taught me some things this weekend:

1. It doesn't matter how many lists I can make (and Marshall will tell you that I am the queen of lists). He is still in control.

2. When my sweet husband says, "Let me be your husband and do this for you." It is perfectly acceptable, even in this post-modern, feminist society, to say, "yes, Dear" and mean it. (Thank you Lord for opening my eyes)

3. God is still God even if my plans change. He will always look after me because He loves me and I am his child. He will always provide for me and protect me.

4. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills and if He wants to provide us with a new car, He can. If He chooses not to, that's OK too. He is still God.

I hope that if you are reading this you have that relationship with our Savior and know that He loves you very much. If you don't know that, please let me know. I would be so happy to talk with you about it.

Bless all of you!

2 comments:

~*Mona*~ said...

Sheryl, it sounds like you really handled this all like a true woman after God's own heart. I know I often goof and focus *selfishly* on myself rather than what the outcome is suppose to show me or teach me....Seems that sort of learning comes as a huge after thought after I reacted the wrong way and totally failed the test!

Sounds like you had a beautiful weekend, trials and all!

Many Blessings!

Cherylann said...

what a great post, sorry about the car:) Cherylann