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Have you ever had a flat tire?
On Thursday, I had the privilege of having TWO flat tires. That's right, T-W-O. And it just so happened that it occurred during one of the busiest weeks I've had all year. It always happens like that, right?
Last week was our annual Hope x Life Conference at church, which was TOTALLY amazing and deserving of its own post. Thursday night, after volunteering, some of us decided to go catch the rest of Game 6 of the NBA Finals in Rice Village. Let me interject and inform you all about the RIDICULOUS amounts of construction that is taking place in the H. Literally, everywhere that you turn, there are new apartments and office buildings going up. Needless to say, there is debris galore - nails, screws, bolts...and I happened to catch some of it in two of my tires right when I decided to call it a night.
Thank God for my life group. One of my friends, Cedric, changed one of the tires (my hero!) and then a carful of the rest of my friends brought all their quarters over so I could get to the nearest gas station and fill up the other tire. That one didn't look as bad, so I thought I'd still have a shot driving on it.
My plan was to wake up early, drive s l o w l y to the nearest Discount Tire and get my tires taken care of asap so that I could go about my BUSY day. I had signed up for a Servolution project to help clean up the homes that were hit during the flooding in Rosenberg, I had to go in to work at the last minute, my parents were coming into town, annnnnnd I still was planning on volunteering that night for our last night of conference. Did I mention that it was a busy day?
But, God had other plans.
I walked out to my car the following morning at 7:15 to find that the tire I had put air in 6 hours before was completely flat. I called my car Maintenance Care since there was something they could do about it at this time of the day, and they sent someone out to me to fill up my tire with air so that I could drive two miles to DT. BUT THE AIR WOULDN'T TAKE. You read that correctly. He couldn't fill up my tire with air. So then I had to call the Maintenance Care AGAIN, and they dispatched a tow truck. Estimated Wait Time? 1 hour. Actual Wait Time: 2.5 Hours. Every time I called him, he told me he was 15 minutes away. Bruhhhh.
Surprisingly, I maintained a pretty good attitude. Those of you who actually know me, know that I tend to air on the side of dramatics, and would've (read: should've) probably had a meltdown by this point. But, earlier that week I had been stressing about how I had zero time to clean and rest. And I realized that THIS was that opportunity. God was like 'hold up, why don't you chill for a second.'
And that's exactly what I did. I cleaned my apartment - it's still clean, for the record - I made breakfast, I watched Netflix. What could've been a stressful morning ended up being a quiet morning that allowed me to have some quality ME time.
Was my day still crazy busy? Fa sho. Was it borderline stressful? You know it. But, at the end of the day, I was healthy and whole and my tires DID get taken care of.
Because life goes on.