Remember that time when our car was on fire?
…That’s what we’ll be saying a few years down the road.
Our faithful little red Grand Am has finally bit the dust. God provided us with it through a friend when we were engaged, and it has just kept going and going down the road. It took us on our honeymoon to Tenessee, drove Derek to his first day at work, got us to a family reunion in Ohio, and carried Jude home from the hospital.
About a month ago we had issues with the brakes, so Derek and his dad carefully replaced the brakes and caliper. A friend who was a mechanic said that if that didn’t work then the next repair would big enough to probably not be worth investing into the car.
Derek really needed the car to work since he was starting a new job with a 45 minute commute that week.
Well, it lasted until Thursday night. Derek wanted to take me to see a movie with some free movie passes, so we dropped Jude off at his family’s house and we headed to the theater (about 10 minutes away). In about 7 minutes, we started to smell the brakes. Derek said, “Well…I guess that’s it. This car is done…we’re going to have to find a new car, and I don’t know how that’s going to work or how I’m going to get to my job.”
Just then, the tire popped right before went through an intersection. Thank goodness it was a green light! We pulled into the Kroger parking lot right after the light, and Derek got out and ran around to my side only to find the tire rim with flames inside.
And old man just stood there, leaning against his truck, watching this unfold as Derek says, “Erin, get out now! It’s on fire!” I jumped out, Derek got his phone to call 911, and tried to get out the carseat base and stroller. “Your car is on fire,” the old man drawled. “Yep, that’s on fire alright.” Why yes, we can see that, thank-you-very-much.
People started coming to get a closer look and get their phones out to take pictures–even from stores across the road. One guy and his kids piled out of a van to stand there and stare.
Pretty soon the fire department showed up but the whole front was on fire at that point. It was total loss except for enough money in the scrap to pay the towing bill.
So that was the shortest and most memorable date I’ve ever had. A friend was driving by and gave us a ride home, and we joked about how we hadn’t bargained for a chauffeur and chaperon.
It was our only vehicle, and this comes at a bad time for us, with Derek’s new commute, a long stretch between paychecks, trying to get back on our feet after cut hours at Derek’s last job, and plans to move to a new apartment.
But, we know God provides. He provided the car in the first place and kept us safe through this whole thing, we didn’t have Jude with us, or had to pay the towing bill, and already a generous friend has offered the use of their car for the next three weeks so Derek can get to work and back. We’re not sure what the next step looks like or how things will work out. But God is good and He’s teaching us to trust Him with each new challenge.