May is the month of my birthday, so I normally love it. HOWEVER, a few years ago it also became the month our car tags expire, and therefore, the month we have to put up with the endless aggravation and expense of passing MARTA to get them renewed.
From time to time I fantasise about having a brand-new car and just sailing through MARTA, no questions asked because I hate the whole experience. It’s like having your car taken to the principal’s office. And now, with our current, ah, situation I have to admit that I’ve been dreading the Car Tag Renewal Dance with an extra-intense passion. There was no way we had the $500-$900 it has taken in the past three years to get the car in shape to pass inspection.
Guess what? It took $200 TOTAL for the repairs and the new tags.
And…coincidentally ( ) guess what some church friends sent us in the mail four days ago?
Yep. $200 accompanied by a note which said “This is repayment from us to some friends who helped us out when we were unemployed.”
So, thanks to the Grace of God and the generousity of friends, one of the biggest stressors in my life was taken care of today.
I realise this kind of stuff sounds really corny, but I have to testify to the greatness of God.
ETA: Whoops. The original post was about my first visit to Hooters and so I was gonna make some remark about the love which flows from the Bosom of God to tie the two posts together, but I forgot. So, anyway, there you go. I made good on my “mammaries” portion of the post, anyway.