
Several shooting stars and two entire sigur ros albums later we were headed home. Callie was playing a magical little list of songs from my ipod and Lydia had dozed off in the back seat when the night took an ominous turn. Cruising down the highway at a smooth 60 mph we were admiring the clouds that seemed to sit just right above the ground and the gorgeous haze that was covering the arkansas river. when out of nowhere came the bane of my existence.
Except he was bigger. A lot bigger. And I may receive a LOT of hate for saying this, but i hope that he was actually a she. Because i hope that her enormousness was due to the fact that she was pregnant and i killed her and all of her babies. Because that girlfriend definitely put 3 huge holes right in the front of my car.
The impact was loud of enough to wake Lydia from her slumber, but after immediate inspection (by sound only. we were on a dark country road at 2 am after all. i say no to creepy experiences) we assumed all was fine and we would check my car out for gross blood splatters when we got home. WELL, we forgot to look...and i completely forgot about that stupid raccoon. (except for not subconsciously, because i had an extremely weird dream that i think stemmed from her giant butt. i may post about that later...but maybe not. we'll see). Lydia and I remembered on the way to the Brewery because my car seemed to be making a weird noise, like the wind was actually going THROUGH my car. So when we got out we checked out the damage expecting MAYBE a small dent. Yeah, like you know already, 3 holes. Which sucks, but i could deal with. Since i'm not working i figured i'd just have to wait to pay for it to be fixed.
Until i was driving home from the Brewery. And i hit a normal everyday bump in the road.
And the front of my car fell off.
That freaking raccoon is wreaking havoc on my life even from the after life.
Just like a raccoon.
So i can't drive my car right now. And i'm having to believe God for either a) my car to heal itself overnight. or b) a free way to fix my tattered front end. It's amazing to me that it's so easy for me to believe for God to do huge enormous things for other people, but i have such a hard time believing for something much smaller for myself. So i covet your prayers right now...and for people to believe God to provide in a way that i'm having trouble doing myself. When i think about it, it seems like such a small deal...something that should not provide me loads of stress or thought. but i AM jobless, and poor right now...and it seems that's the time when things like this happen. It takes a lot to put me in a downtrodden mood, but that's exactly where i've existed for the second half of my day.
I'm asking God for brighter skies tomorrow.
Thanks friends.
3 comments:
Let's go coon huntin and track those suckas down!
ooohh becca... i'm so sorry about your car.. who knew that when we crunched that raccoon it was going to get take its revenge out on your front bumper?! oh well.. at least it was 'cuss nite'.. and God will provide.. he loves you.. besides, you were, after all, out on a night-time sabatical to marvel at his glory.. he'll cut you some slack! but i'll pray for the healing of your car :)
ps.. you+me+sigur ros+december sky=some of my favorite memories.. to be sure...
oh man i love raccoon stories! Just think... next time we're all sitting around telling weird animal stories, you'll have a fresh one to shock the masses with. Haha, everything will work out... don't you worry, missy.
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