Well.
I've made a little fun of people who prayed for patience -- isn't that just like asking God to drop frustrating people and situations into your lap? I guess I should have known that praying for faith would be just as foolhardy...
After a morning of consultations between me and the mechanic, my uncle and the mechanic, me and my uncle, me and my father, the mechanic and my father........ ;) I had the dubious honor of ordering a brand new transmission for Bertha. That's a slightly better outcome than ordering a brand new engine, but I have to be honest, I'm still in a bit of sticker shock.
In truth, the consultation between me and my father included a few tears before I got my act together, so if I don't see a serious bump in my faith level after this, I think I might have to put that particular prayer on hiatus. ;)

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Aren't dads great?!!! Some of my best and some of my worst memories of my dad are all car-related! My dad lived to be 95 yrs old and only once bought a brand new car. Otherwise all the cars were "projects" to be kept running. I remember driving his Buick when I was about 16 - it had no reverse (well, it didn't work) so you definitely had to plan where to park so you could get out again.
Posted by: rita | June 29, 2007 11:17 PM