Yesterday, our van’s brakes stopped working. Jon was driving to the feed store, stopped to get some gas, and when he went to leave the gas station – no brakes.
When the mechanic that we always take our cars to called us about it today, he said that our brake lines were corroded and dry rotted. I was fuming. We take our car to these people every few months for oil changes. We ask them to look the cars over to make sure everything is okay. Jon and I know very little about cars, so we rely on them to check them over to ensure that our vehicles are safe (which is, I think, a mistake on our parts and something we need to educate ourselves on. Another lesson learned.)
HOW had they missed this? Surely corrosion and dry rot is easy to spot?! And this isn’t the first time they’ve missed something like this (but not nearly so dangerous.) I can only conclude that they are NOT looking our cars over, which we’ve asked them to do. I was furious and I asked Jon if we could find someone else to start taking our cars to. He made the point that we don’t know who to trust (another great reason to learn this for ourselves!) As I was mentally running through all the ways we could find someone trustworthy to check out our vehicles, I realized something…
God is already doing it. Yesterday, the brakes stopped working in the gas station right across the street from the mechanic’s place. This isn’t the first time we’ve had perfect timing in that regard. We weren’t driving 65 on the interstate with a van full of kids. We weren’t five hours from home picking up goats or on our way to an important event. We were exactly where we needed to be, when we needed to be there. God alerted us to the problem, kept us perfectly safe in the meantime and – in another example of perfect timing – gave us the means to fix it.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
– Psalm 91:12