Two days ago when we tried to go to church, our car wouldn't start. Brent was out of town and we don't really know any of our neighbors. I didn't want to call anyone because I couldn't think of someone who would be able to tote me and two kids in car seats without totally inconveniencing them. Well, I've really been trying to listen to promptings and put my own faith to the test lately, so I decided to pray that we would be able to get the car started. I asked Tylie if she would pray with me, and told her that maybe Heavenly Father and Jesus would help us get to church that day. We prayed...twice....and still never got to church. Tylie was pretty bummed--she loves nursery more than any other place on earth. And, to be honest, I was a little frustrated about it when we came back inside. I even wallowed in self-pity for a little bit. ( I got over it....emotional woman! lol)
We haven't talked about that moment since it happened. Brent fixed the car when he got home late Sunday night, and there have been zero problems since then. Today, we had a Relief Society activity, and Tylie was so excited that we were going to church. When we got in the car she asked me, "We see if the car work or not?" I chuckled (because it's been working all week) but was also amazed at the way her brain connected the two events of going to church, and having the car break. So I start up the car and start to drive away when Tylie says, "Jesus helped us?" (Me: tears, of course)
What an incredible reminder for me that every little thing we have has been given to us by our Father in Heaven. Maybe he didn't start my car for me on Sunday morning--and maybe he had a really good reason for it that I will never know--but he has blessed me with a car, money to buy gas, a husband who knows how to fix the small car problems, and a daughter with simple, genuine faith to remind me where all the rest comes from. Thanks, Bug!