Really?

This has been one crazy week. And, not like crazy good. It's been weird. One thing after another after another. First, I started off Sunday morning with a speeding ticket. I was driving my normal speed going to church. Mind you, this is my first ticket. I was keeping up with traffic. I actually thought I was going slower than the other cars, but that's not the point. I was pulled over going "86 in a 55 mph." I had my cruise control set at 70 mph, and I didn't even realize that I was in a 55 zone. Either way, I was going over the limit. The policewoman was super gracious and only docked me for 60 in a 55. The ticket was only $140. 

Okay. Not a huge deal. 

It was on my way down to church. First time getting a ticket. It didn't feel like a spiritual attack to be honest. It just felt like a crappy situation, and I felt bad about it. I definitely am not an advocate of speeding. Arielle actually thinks I go too slow, so it must have been a speedy morning for Mikey.

The next thing happened on Wednesday. I was picking up one of my friends for our Friendsgiving Dinner with our small group. He had made this huge turkey and needed help getting the turkey and gravy into my car. He lives in an apartment building that doesn't have public parking. I saw a parking lot next to it that said "For Boston Market customers only." Well, I'll only be in there for a second picking him up. I'll be okay. I thought these things thinking that nothing would happen. I was literally inside his apartment for thirty seconds, and I come outside to see a tow truck lifting my car up. My heart sank...

"$175 in cash or I'll take it to the impound."

I tried talking to him telling him that I had just pulled in to get the turkey from my friend's apartment. Nope. He wouldn't have it. 

So I went to the bank, and took out $200 cash. We walked back from the bank, while it was 25 degrees out for that matter, and gave him $180. I asked him if he had $5 change as I saw the stack of ones in his front pocket, but he said, "Nope. Have a good night."

Again. Not a huge deal. Wish it didn't happen. 

This was another church function. I didn't think it had any relation to the ticket, but it was discouraging. I called up my pastor to see if he could pray for me, and he said absolutely. He prayed over me. I felt peace wash over me. It was good. Then he hung up. I called my dad just to tell him what happened. The pastor called me back and said that he wanted to help out with the towing incident. I didn't know how to respond. Side note, I'm not very good at receiving help or blessings. I like being independent. But, he wanted to help out. I said, "Yeah that's awesome. You don't have to do that." But he insisted. 

The next thing happened while I was on my way Saturday to help distribute Thanksgiving baskets to the neighbors in the community that needed food. I was super excited for this, but as I pulled in at the church, I noticed I had a flat tire. I didn't know how it happened or where, but all I knew was that I would have to change this tire. I went inside to ask help from someone at church, and they gladly helped. 

The tire wouldn't come off easily, so I had to call up AAA to bring out roadside assistance. So while I was in the church, I had to keep looking out the window for the truck to come. I really felt bad that I wasn't able to help out more. 

The guy who changed my tire was very kind, and he gave me two of his cards to contact him later. I drove on the spare tire over to New Jersey, and I brought in the car to the tire shop. He told me it would be a quick fix. It was only a nail that I ran over, so all he had to do was put a patch on it. Hey, silver lining. 

Not that huge of a deal, but with everything else that happened this week, I mean come on!

But then I got back from the Thanksgiving Basket thing, and I felt so much pressure in my head and throat. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Sick? Just add that to the list of achievements for the week. I tried to sleep it off, but I woke up Sunday morning feeling like I had been run over by a semi-truck. I wasn't about to go into church, to Kid's Church for that matter, and get everyone sick with Thanksgiving coming up. That would have been bad. 

So that's been my week. Really? That's all I could think of during all of it. I can't believe all this happened this week. I have been really tempted to say it's coincidental or even spiritual warfare. It could be one big crazy week, or it could have been a spiritual attack. I want to say that it was definitely spiritual, but I want to say that God lessened each instance. Where I could have lost my license with the ticket, paid for the tow truck, bought a new tire, or been more sick, I was sort of spared. God kind of lightened my load. Yeah, it definitely sucked, but I think that God was at work through it. 

Job 13:15.

God, I don't know why this week happened, but I'm glad that you were there through it. Thank you for blessing me during my trials. Thank you for being present. Thank you for being my God.