He really hammers it home.
Apparently, I’m supposed to learn something about cars. Or maybe it’s trust. Or maybe it’s a lesson in staying home more and really building this domestic monastery. Either way, He’s been pretty insistent this year, so I better figure it out soon!
“Cars and [Goepels] are like, un-mixy things.”
Yesterday, while driving the new car (remember the new car, we just bought it in July), I heard a surprising crunch and my car just staggered to a halt. I tried to put it in park and turn it off, but quickly realized shifting gears would be impossible.
Two hours and a AAA visit later, I was back home and reflecting on the craziness of this whole year’s car trouble. Somehow, my relationship with the wider culture and my assumptions about mobility have to change. I need to settle into this little hermitage of mine and rethink a bit.
As we figure it out, we’re resurrecting the red subaru so we can make it to Mass on Sunday, and readjusting some expectations. Say a prayer for us as we take this huge hint from God and retreat a bit more into our little woodland.