So this morning I woke up to a car with no heat and a puddle of green goo just chillin underneath.

Now, mind you, this was AFTER I spent $400 two days ago to replace the thermostat which caused both things to occur (in addition to having my battery replaced).

$770 is what it will take to replace the water pump and some gear that seems to have wreaked it.

That brings the grand total of car repairs for the week to around $1200.

$1200…*poof*

$1200 into a car that I plan on jettisoning in 6 months for another (and without any other recourse than to fork over the green backs until then). $1200 that ye ol’ seminary student really doesn’t have. $1200 that I’ll be paying on for the next several years.

When it rains it shits…

Can a brotha getta amen?!?

And the thing is: I hate money with a passion that burns bright and strong.

Now I know everyone and there mother has there share of money issues, especially because of that hunk of metal in our garages and driveways we just can’t live without. I hate it, though, because of the shame it’s brought me through reckless consumerism. Just paint a big scarlet (or is that green?) dollar sign on me and call me Hester Prynne! And just as I am almost finished paying off my credit card debt and seriously refining my spending habits, making my recompense to Mammon and taking back my soul

BLAMO!

I’m hit with a two-punch swing that’s left me doubled-over, deflated and stressed.

*sigh*

Jesus’ words flood the air right now with reassurance that if God takes care of the sparrows, how much more will my Daddy take care of me? If He cloths the fields of flowers with more splendor than that of the robes of Solomon, how much more will my Father not leave me naked and unclothed?

But, Abba, I feel like a sparrow that’s been given a handful of sand instead of birdseed. Feed me your Bread (of Life), oh Yahweh.

Daddy, I feel like a naked flower whose petals have been plucked down to my stem. Cloth me Lord, according to your promises; please don’t leave me to the elements of a Michigan January.

Father, who art hallowed and in heaven, yet also with me and never forsaking me, teach me to trust you for my daily water pumps, seminary books, and tuition bills. Teach me to let You be You and handle the circumstances of my life, come what may, so that I can focus my attention on the righteous Rhythm of Your Kingdom-Life and Movement. Lord, may I not run like a Pagan, but rather as a Good and Faithful Servant. And Daddy, may you provide what I need today and teach me not worry about tomorrow, for You will take care of me, my Rock and Salvation.

Selah