Frankie's Brakes

Frankie's break line is leaking. Yes, I'm on my road trip vacation.

My hands are shaking. My stomach is in knots. My heart hasn't slowed down since we pulled into the gas station off of I-95. My mind is racing a mile a minute. I can't read because my mind won't slow down. I keep checking the clock. But there's nothing I can do. My car is out of my hands. God knows how much this is going to cost and how much time we'll have to sit in the mall waiting. I must trust God and wait on His timing.

There's a peace knowing He's in control, but my mind won't settle down. It won't calm down. I'm so nervous because I have no control over this situation. Plus Frankie is holding us up from seeing friends we haven't seen in at least two years if not more.

Allowing myself to freak out and worry is not wise. And it's not helping me calm down. I'm trying to put this in perspective--this is one day out of many, this is one car problem out of many, the Lord worked out the flat tire amazingly just a couple of days ago, worse things could have happened to Frankie, we in the car could have been majorly injured, the brake line could have broken in no-man's-land, and we could be sitting in a car dealership instead of a Barnes and Noble.

I'm waiting for a call, but I'm going to start heading back to the dealership now.