Whoops

I missed a blog. My baby truck had me all worried with broken brake lines last night. Working seven days a week and being a single adult makes running to a shop to have your truck fixed (which is your mode of transportation to work) hard to wrap your head around.
Luckily for me, I am immeasurably blessed. People saved the day. A friend picked me up from the car shop and brought me to work. Friends brought my truck to me when it was fixed, along with cute kids, and delicious treats! Family who will help me have my truck fixed for real. A friend give me strawberry soda and offer to get my rubber boots. These things may seem simple and ordinary to you but to me they mean the world.
The truck has been fixed and will hold until it can be given to hands that have the permanent solution. Overall, my worries have ebbed a little.
All this makes me think about how much we, as people, have to rely on others. To be completely honest, I don't like it. I don't know if it is because I'm prideful or what? I love helping and serving others. However, if I have to be helped or served, it makes my uncomfortable. I know, though, I could not have accomplished everything I needed to do without the help of the people who were there to lend a helping hand.
I'm trying to be better about help. Grow a little. Or a lot. (Short joke goes here.) God's let me share the road called life with some incredible people. People can I learn from. People that I look up to. People that I laugh with.  People that (crazy thought) may learn from me. People that make life crazy road called life, full of twists and turns and ups and downs, a bit better by being on it with me. Paul's words to the Philippians definitely were words that came to mind a lot today-   "Every time I think of you,  I give thanks."
Many years ago, I used to say that I just wanted to be a hermit in the woods with my dog. I still like my time alone as an introvert but I can't imagine a My Side of the Mountain life anymore. So thank you. For the help. Kind words. Selfless acts. Support. Listening ears. And for letting weird me be a part of your road.
I promise the next post will be about farm life.