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I moved to Buncombe
County after Tim and I were married in 1993. But for a
while, we had a "long-distance" relationship. There were
no cell phones and no internet.
Tim had made a few new friends and they had invited us
over for an early Christmas supper. So after work, I
traveled up the mountain. I was wearing cream colored
pants and a sweater that had large shoulder pads and was
encrusted with jewels and beads. My hair was long,
permed, quite fluffy and adorned with a cream colored
bow. A full length cream-colored coat finished off my
ensemble! I'm sure you can picture it...I really had the
"Winter Wonderland Princess" of the 80’s look going on.
I was to meet Tim in the Ingles parking lot on Brevard
Road. I knew where that was since it was near the mall.
So, I'm driving up the mountain on I-40 when the whole
car starts jumping and wobbling. It felt like my tire
was coming off. I pulled over in the emergency strip and
sure enough my rear wheel was missing 3 lug nuts and the
last 2 were barely hanging on! I had just had my tires
rotated...and wouldn’t you know it, some grease monkey
forgot to use his torque wrench! Yes, I do know what
that is!
Remember, there were no cell phones and my car was now
parked on the side of the road next to a somewhat unsafe
area. So, I stared at the sky, "God, protect me and show
me what to do" I pleaded. There was an 8 foot chain link
fence separating me from the housing projects. God
showed me a small tree near the fence. So I scaled that
fence, jeweled sweater and all! I jumped down on the
other side but my big hair got hung up on the fence. I'm
sure I was a lovely vision in my winter white ensemble,
frailing about trying to free my hair from the fence.
Once free, God led me to the messiest house in the
county. Children were there, so that made me feel
better. I was trying to get the phone number to Ingles
so I could get in touch with Tim and tell him of my
troubles. I had to call information because the owner of
the messiest house in the county couldn’t locate their
phone book or even a pencil or paper. I finally got a
hold of Tim, and he and his friend came and were able to
get me to safety.
The moral of the story....God is watching over us
always, in our best, our worst or even when wearing a
jeweled sweater!
Stay Safe! :)
Sandy
Trust in
the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine
own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and
he shall direct thy paths. Be not wise in thine own
eyes: fear the LORD, and depart from evil.
Proverbs
3:5-7
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