church family

Well Saturday was interesting. It had been a pretty good day until 11:45 p.m. I had gone to Abilene to drop off my younger sister at ACU. I had gotten to eat at JoeAllen's. I was just about to get home, when the clutch on my pickup gave out. I had to park at the Kroger on 121 and call for help...that's where the topic of this blog starts.

Since it was so late at night, I wondered who to call. I didn't want to call my parents or my older sister since they were pretty far away, so I decided to call the youth minister at my church. He very graciously came to my rescue and took me home. He even asked if I needed a ride to church the next morning. I told him that I could ride my bike. He suggested I call someone on the worship team, since we would be practicing at 8 a.m. on Sunday. So, a girl on the worship team came and picked me up.

That afternoon, one of the elders of my church and another friend from church helped me pull my truck to the elder's house. He knows about car/truck maintenance and said he would be more than happy to see if he could fix the clutch. He worked on it yesterday morning, but couldn't get to the part that was leaking the fluid from the hydraulic system of the clutch. So, I ended up having my pickup towed to the dealership.

Last night, one of the elder's wives called and asked if I needed to borrow their car. I gladly accepted since I had missed work yesterday because I didn't have transportation. So, today I have transportation, and I'm waiting to hear from the dealership about my truck.

How wonderful is church family. I had a brother or sister in Christ come pick me up in the middle of the night, take me to church, help me tow my truck, try to fix my truck, and lend me a vehicle. They did this all out of the kindness of their hearts. I felt and feel extremely blessed. I've got more than my physical family looking out for me - not many people can say that.

Thanks for reading.