Only God Knows!

About a week ago as I was sitting in the Starbucks drive through smoke started coming through my heating vents. After a few lung-fulls, I was understandably freaking out, in a very calm sort of way. I decided a visit to the car place was in order and without delay called my general car physician and made arrangements to take my car in to the shop. Thankfully another car was available for me to drive. My sister Becky had been in Ohio for nanny school, and had left her car here at my mom's house. After a quick call and a couple of rides, I was back in business till I could (what I then thought) fix my car. Well Friday came and the mechanic called to tell me that my car, worth only about 300.00 dollars needed at least 800.00 in repairs, and was basically undriveable. Well being a girl with two jobs trying to make ends meet, you might imagine that 800.00 dollars, while I have that money, would constitute all that I have. Quite concerned, I talked with my sister Becky who I picked up at the airport on Saturday. We shared her car all week while she was here, and in a HUGE act of loving generosity, she gave me her car. We worked hard to change the title and get it registered and insured during our busy week of activities. I was thrilled to have a working car, and it even has 4 doors, a dream come true for me. Life was once again back on track. Well that all changed this morning as I was on my way to watch my nephews. Literally 2 blocks from their house I got hit by a bus. Yes a bus. my trunk is about 2/3 the size it used to be. I've never been hit before so I'm a bit stressed trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing.. My car won't start and I need to get it towed, but I'm waiting for the insurance people to call me back. But the most uncomfortable part of the morning was my ride in the police car. The officer drove me the rest of the way to my sister's house. Awkward. I figure God knows what he's doing and I'll get to learn something. Hey praise God I'm still alive and unharmed right?!