Life has an interesting way of happening while your planning what you think should happen next. Last night our truck might have sputtered it's last breath. I was a wreck. We weren't supposed to have to buy a new car until March or April and now this ruined all my plans for Christmas. Through lots of tears and really disgusting phelmy coughs Daniel helped me realize that everything will work out I just need a little faith. This morning we woke up thinking maybe some miracle happened and the truck will start but that didn't happen but now this is the view from my front porch.
I am so grateful that we are finally in a ward where people are so willing to lend a helping hand. Our neighbors just stood up and helped us out. Through their willingness to serve we now know what's wrong with the truck and we won't have to buy a car right now and we can put it off for a few more months. I am so grateful for my life and for all the Lord has given me. So next time I start planning out my life I need to remember that it never goes according to my plan.
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