Watched Over

The past couple of weeks have been busy. With wrapping up our summer internships, packing, purchasing a second car, and more we are happy to finally be settled into our new place. We even had a few days off of work which has not happened in who knows how long.

This past week, we have had some pretty simple, yet eye-opening experiences. After buying my high-school car from my parents, we decided to put some new tires on it. We were happy to find out that we only needed to replace 2 of the tires which was cheaper. :) After picking the car up with the new tires, I noticed the car was driving sort of funny. Know that I am EXTREMELY paranoid when it comes to tires. I have always been terrified of getting a flat tire and have yet to have one. (Knock on wood) Anyway, on my drive home, the steering wheel started shaking a lot and veering to one side. There was also a loud noise. From what I have heard others say, this is what having a flat tire is like. At this point, I was almost home though and decided to just drive the one block there. Once home, I had my Mom drive it to see if she noticed anything. She did not. A few hours later I left on a work trip for the weekend, so the car was put on the back burner.

Once home from my long trip to Moab, the car seemed to drive a little better. I did have my husband drive it to see if he noticed the noise, and it actually happened when he was in the car. I was happy to know that someone else heard it too and I wasn't just making things up or being my paranoid self. After the drive with him, we decided that the noise didn't happen enough to take the car back in.

The day before we moved, I kept questioning whether or not we should take the car back in. The drive to Rexburg is about 4 hours, and I didn't want something to go wrong with our tires. Fortunately, I decided to take our car back in. On my way to the place, the car was making the noise worse than ever and I could really tell something was wrong. It was terrifying to drive. When I entered the tire shop, the same man that helped me a few days earlier was there again. You could tell he did not think anything was wrong with the car based on my vague "it sometimes shakes" description. He proceeded to tell me how nice the tires I bought were. A few minutes later, I noticed that another employee took the car out on a test drive. The entire time I was hoping it would make the noise, so I didn't look like a fool. It did! Hooray! I saw the guy speed the Lancer back to the mechanics and I was relieved.

A few minutes later, the guy called me back into the garage. He gently tapped the front drivers-side tire and it about fell off. He then told me that the tire was pretty close to falling off and that I was lucky it hadn't. I won't get too technical here, seeing as how I don't even know the name of the part that was broken, but I do know that something was broken on the drivers side, as well as the passengers side relating to holding the tires on. The employee could not believe that this problem went unnoticed in the first tire installation and gave me a discount.

The point of this long, rambly story is that Andrew and I were watched out for. Imagine if we hadn't brought the car in before our 4 hour drive to Rexburg. We were very blessed and I am so grateful. I'm also happy that it was proven that I wasn't just being paranoid about having a tire issue this time.

The other experience I want to mention that happened this week was small, but yet another sign that Andrew and I are being watched over. After hours of unpacking, we took a big load of junk to D.I. Later that evening, I sat down to play my keyboard but soon realized that we accidentally put that piano chord in the D.I pile. Oops. I was not very happy to say the least and Andrew kept telling me that we were going to have "an adventure" to try to cheer me up. After calling D.I, we were told that we could come and look through all of the donations to see if we could find it. Just how I wanted to spend my Thursday evening.

Once there, an employee took us back into a HUGE room full of tons of donated items. It seemed unlikely that we find our measly piano chord. Luckily, the donations from that day were clumped together and we just happened to bump into the white garbage bag full of our donations. Inside was the piano chord. The employee was stunned. Apparently people come looking for stuff a lot and never find it. Once again, we were watched over. Even though this wasn't a super significant thing, it was important to me and Heavenly Father knew that. I know that God is aware of every aspect of our lives.