Today is Sunday, July 26th of 2020. Nothing special really about today, unless you consider the circumstances that brought me to this point.
Two months ago, in deep depression yet with a spark of hope, I drove out of Beaverton Oregon, my residence of 4.5 years, with all my earthly belongings in the back of a Uhaul Pickup with my car in tow.
The first miracle was getting the Uhaul Pickup reserved for a one way trip from Beaverton to Cameron Missouri. Once I decided to move I researched the best deal on renting a moving truck. Most economical was a 16 foot truck with a car tow dolly so I reserved it. I certainly didn’t need that much truck nor did I want to pay for the gas that would go into such a large vehicle at 6-12 mpg. I needed a pickup. I kept having the idea to call Uhaul and ask them about renting a pickup truck. So I did. Normally pickups are rented in-town only.
The location I called just got in a brand new 2020 Chevrolet, complete with hands free bluethooth technology and air conditioned. The rental price of a pickup and dolly was the same as renting a 16 foot moving truck. I was much more at peace about driving three days journey in a pick up truck.
I was in Texas with my sister Jennifer when I agreed to move out of Beaverton. That was May 13th or so. I flew home Friday May 22nd. Tuesday night May 26th I drove away.
Otis came to my rescue and helped pack the truck, provided me with a big tarp, bungee chords and straps to tighten. He and Pennie both had masks on. (PQ had dropped her drivers license and spent the next 4 hours looking for it. She did come by periodically while looking for it.) My ministering brothers also came to help. The biggest help was that one of them bought my small drum kit that I didn’t know what to do with.
After saying my goodbyes, I found myself in the truck, ready to start my drive, and I could not drive away. I was suddenly sucked in by some force that kept me from moving forward. I couldn’t start the engine, I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to go back, I didn’t want to go forward. But I needed to. I had gotten so in the habit of trying to make it work, or “polish dihareah” So I called my sister Jennifer to pray and ask for help.
Prayed and prayed we did. After the most terrific prayer of deliverance, power and faith, I was able to start the car and drive away.
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