Sept 8 ,2010

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Phil. 4:13

After four good days home Jeff feeling temporarily relaxed and myself barely able to stand we made our way to  Clarksville, Arkansas. Jeff decided to take the shortest way (shortest way by car) which was to cut down 65 past Branson, Missouri and hit the side roads. after winding turns and perilous hills (the kind we called screebilty roads a a kid) we found some parts to be right out of the deliverance movie. I swear I could hear the banjo's play in the misty black mountains as the sun was beginning to set. The roads became black and the elks were coming out and they sat there on the sides of the road we hoped we were getting closer to our destination. After the fog settled and the brakes smokin hot from the hills we made it, we dropped that load and headed to Little Rock with no directions available we looked up the address on the laptop we were off. Halfway there Jeff stopped for fuel in Russelville another normal stop but very late. As we were leaving Jeff pulled out to exit when another driver blared his air horn at us as if we cut him off. This part unknown to that other driver Jeff saw a figure in the shadows that the other driver would not have seen. By God's intervention i believe Jeff blocked that other truck from not running over that person in the shadows. Now the only reason I say this is because after Jeff was calm and the other driver so belligerent,that other driver suddenly stopped complaining after Jeff explained he would have rather been hit by the truck than let a person get run over.
   By the morning we were already at our loading place. We thought we weren't going to get loaded because wal-mart called saying they were taking the load. After about a half-hour things got straightened out and we were loaded and off to Douglas.Georgia. The troubles didn't really start until we stopped in a rest area real quick for a break. Well at this point the truck decided she did not want to start. Turning the key one time, two times and then a third smoke came barreling out from under the hood. Thinking there was a fire Jeff yelled Jen get out. So I grabbed the laptop , my purse and shoes and jump out of the truck into the rain. Seeing no fire we knew we were stranded now if only breakdown people from USA would believe us we could get out quicker, but that would not be the case. We had to turn the key on and off a bunch of times wait 15 minutes and then the truck would start (so we were told).The rain had poured and we got a jump start, so off to W.Memphis to get another problem resolved. Little did we know it would be a number of problems.
   Shirley (our truck name)  must have known she was at a terminal, because she decided to stop right there in front of the gate having to be towed over to the shop. Turns out the starter burned up and the clutch went out we were stranded  again this time for a while until she was fixed.  The best was we got to stay at a hotel, with full size bed and cable TV.  God knew that I needed sometime to recover  from the calcific tendinitis. He truly takes care of his children's needs.