So we recently received our combined federal and state tax refund, direct deposited into our checking account. With visions of of new clothes, books, and backyard landscaping dancing in my head I had great plans for how we’d spend the free 1/3 of our bounty. We’d decided this year with extra money that we get outside our usual budget to save 1/3, give away 1/3, and spend 1/3.
Well, then our Mazda MPV (don’t call it a mini-van– it’s an extended hatchback) needed a repair. Cha-ching: $400. The following week our sweet 2001 Malibu wouldn’t start. Cha-ching: $850.
Good bye clothes, books, and much needed 24″ box California Pepper tree for the backyard. It’s like I’d rolled up at the mall with a wallet full of cash and been greeted by a friendly man with a gun who kindly relieved me of my now heavy wallet, helped me back into my beautiful (hubcap-missing) Malibu and sent me back home empty handed. I felt like I just got “jacked”.
I was thinking this all over yesterday while I sat in that Malibu with the engine off. I had a few minutes to think, because it wasn’t starting again. Hmmm, “that’s nice,” I thought. Luckily, I was sitting 20 yards from my wife’s car (the extended hatchback) since I had just driven to her office to pick something up. So, I had to admit that if my car was going to quit on me in the middle of my day, this was about as good a place as it could do it. Hmmm.
As I hopped into the Mazda, leaving my $850-later-and-now-not-starting Malibu behind, I wondered: was God providing for us, or were we getting jacked? Or were both happening at the same time? I have my opinion, but I’ll let you form yours.