Stranded: The Stuck Brake Adventure

August 28th, 2013
Blaine, Minnesota
11:04 AM

Have I got a story to tell you!

If you follow our schedule, you probably noticed we sang at the Kalona Gospel Sing in Kalona, IA last weekend.  We left on Thursday and sang on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  It was a long and hot, but blessed and fun weekend.

When we left Des Moines, Iowa on Monday, August 26th, we fully expected to be home by suppertime that evening. It wasn’t an extremely long trip (only about five hours or so), and we didn’t have any commitments that night. We were highly anticipating a week at home after the Kalona Gospel Sing and before the Floyd Gospel Sing on September 6th, 7th, and 8th.

Yet, as I type on this beautiful Wednesday morning, we are still 45 miles away from home. Yes, Wednesday.

The trip home went smoothly; it was quiet and we made only one rest stop. We had no problems…that is, no problems until the we smelled the smell.

On Highway 169, just north of the Twin Cities, a peculiar aroma filled the Glory Bus. It was putrid, like something was burning. We thought it would pass (as most smells do while traveling) but as we continued, the smell lingered. Some of us smothered our faces in blankets and scarves as Dad decided to pull into his mom’s nearby townhome to check out the bus.

We are so grateful he did.

When Dad stopped the bus, we piled out and immediately choked on the smell, which was stronger than before. Running around the bus, we discovered to our horror the back left wheel well was billowing with smoke. PANIC! Imagine eight Garms racing about the poor old Glory Bus, unhitching the trailer, removing valuables from the bus (Bibles, schoolbooks, computers, cameras, pillows, etc. etc.), and trying to remember the combination to Grandma’s garage to get water and buckets. Ben was also seen by the smoking tires wondering how in the world the fire extinguisher in his hand worked.

The garage was soon opened and a brigade of amateur fire-fighters grabbed whatever bucket-shaped containers they could find and filled them with water. Dad doused the tires several times (the last time laying under the bus) until the smoke finally began to dissipate. We then realized the bus wasn’t going to immediately start on fire, so we loaded our valuables back on board.

Our dear grandma resides in an assisted-living (she had a stroke last year and has been unable to move back), so her townhome was vacant. After an exhaustive search, we eventually discovered a key while Dad called a local truck repair shop.

After Dad was off the phone, we realized we probably weren’t going to make it home that night.

Dad suspected the Glory Bus had a stuck brake, and the guy at the shop shared his suspicions. At first, Dad was told we wouldn’t be able to get the bus repaired that evening, but after another phone call, he learned the shop was open until midnight and could work on it.

We unloaded from the bus all our suitcases, sleeping bags, and other personal belongings and deposited them in Grandma’s house, preparing for an overnight stay. For the trip we had packed along some old microwave popcorn for our hotel stay, so I “made” popcorn, while Dad and Mom drove the Glory Bus to the repair shop.  When they arrived at the shop, they learned from a disgruntled mechanic that the building had just lost power.  (Just the news you want to hear when you bring a vehicle in for repairs, right?  Right.)  They walked two miles back in the blistering triple-digit heat (collecting a golf ball and old steel ball bearing on the way) while we kids enjoyed supper and listened to Classical MPR’s favorite film score countdown on Grandma’s old Magnavox. :)

And then, we waited.

Dad and Mom ate supper and we waited. We played a family game of Farkle and we waited. We organized our stuff and waited. We got ready for bed and we waited. We went to sleep and we waited. We woke the next morning…and we waited.

Farkle on Monday night!

Farkle on Monday night!

A call eventually came with an update. First, the power was back on in the shop, and yep, the brake was stuck. All the brakes’ slides seemed dry, so should they oil them? (Dad said yes.) Oh, and the wheels needed new studs and lugnuts too. Lovely.

The waiting continued throughout breakfast, and lunch, and come suppertime, we realized again we weren’t going to be home Tuesday night either. Dad kept calling periodically and each time there was a new complication (for example, they “couldn’t” find parts locally, so it was looking like they’d have to order them from Memphis, TN; Dad quickly informed them studs and lugnuts were available locally).

Our food from the weekend’s travels was almost gone, so we raided Grandma’s pantry with expired canned and boxed foods and had a dinner of old bacon, pork and beans, chow mien chicken, cornbread stuffing, salmon patties, asparagus, and hotdogs. (Thankfully, there was a gas station within walking distance, so we were able to pick up a few essentials, like eggs, butter, milk, and water.)

Ben and Sam doing dishes.

Ben and Sam doing dishes.

We enjoyed playing games with each other to help pass the time:

Leesha and Caleb engrossed in chess.

Leesha and Caleb engrossed in chess.

The epitome of boredom: Mom playing "Barrel of Monkeys".

The epitome of boredom: Mom playing “Barrel of Monkeys”.

Sam and Caleb deep in a Boogle competition.

Sam and Caleb deep in a Boggle competition.

It was so weird, yet so natural to be stuck at Grandma’s townhome. We had everything we needed to get by (even old food in the pantry!) and we had each other. We were safe, and extremely grateful the bus did not start on fire (which it might have if we had not stopped in time). Yet, here we were, stranded, with no way to get home. We kept wondering why God wanted us to be there, and why we couldn’t go home. It was an exceedingly odd situation.

Tuesday night passed, and some of us actually got some sleep that night.  :)  Wednesday morning we received word that, surprise, surprise, a tire was flat on the bus.  (We don’t know how or why.)  It was sent across the street to a tire shop and though they couldn’t discover any damage (strangely) simply refilling the tire took all of Wednesday.

While we waited Wednesday, we took the opportunity to pull my keyboard out of our nearby parked trailer to examine and finish some of my original songs and work up another new song by a friend.  Exciting!

Taylor engrossed in songwriting.

Taylor engrossed in songwriting.

Around 5:00 that evening, we finally received word that the bus was ready to go.  Dad and Mom once again, braved the rush-hour traffic (on foot, mind you!) to pick up Old Glory while we kids cleaned Grandma’s home and prepared our belongings for moving out.  It was so thrilling to know we were actually going home.  When the old Glory Bus finally drove up, we were more than ready to climb aboard!

Thankfully, no other oddities occurred during the travel home, and it was grand to eat supper at our own house.

It was like we had lived in “limbo land” for a couple of days – as though we were caught in a time warp.  We don’t know why the Lord allowed this strange trial, other than to keep us reliant on Him. We were needing to reorder a new batch of our “Thank You, Lord” CDs, but this $1200 repair bill taught us our timing is not necessarily the Lord’s timing.  God likes to teach us to trust in Him in all things!

“Two things I ask of you; deny them not to me before I die: Remove far from me falsehood and lying; give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me, lest I be full and deny you and say, “Who is the Lord?” or lest I be poor and steal and profane the name of my God.” (Proverbs 30:7-9, ESV)

Well, there is the promised adventure for you!  As we always say, “You never know what’s going to happen next on the Glory Bus!” :)

Signing off…for now.

-Taylor for TGF

June 2013 Recollections

What a busy spring we had (can you believe it’s summer already?)!  We’ve already had some wonderful road trips and met lots of wonderful people.

If you follow us on Facebook (you do like us on Facebook, right?), you probably have been reading the interesting journey we’ve had with our friend Mal.  (If not, here’s a post that will give you an idea of what’s been going on.)  During the month of June, we made a number of trips to different hospitals and assisted-livings; it was a roller coaster ride with cancer, surgery, and recovery.  Mom has given much time and energy to assist Mal, and though he is recovering his strength, his dementia is progressing rapidly.  We do appreciate your prayers for him and our family during this season.

Visiting our friend Mal.

Visiting our friend Mal.

One of the most exciting happenings in June was the arrival of Jayme’s new mandolin.  She sold her violins that she had outgrown and used the money to purchase a Loar LM-500.  She is thrilled to finally have her own mandolin (and is already becoming a better picker than I am)!

Jayme's new mandolin (she sold her old violins to buy it).

Jayme’s new mandolin (she sold her old violins to buy it).

The weather finally warmed in June, and of course, warm weather means working and playing outside!  With the wonderful rain we have been receiving, our lawn has been demanding numerous “mowings”.  At least once a week, Dad, Ben, and Sam fuel up the mowers and spend the day cutting grass (and dandelions).  The only downside to the warmth and rain are the mosquitoes.  Eek!  They have been particularly nasty.  We have also enjoyed playing games of “Horse” with the “new” basketball hoop Dad recently hung up.  Our grandpa gave us his old hoop earlier this spring – the same one much smaller versions of Ben, Leesha, and I tried used to shoot hoops with – and Dad mounted it on our garage.  Sam, Jayme, and Caleb (or as they call themselves, “The Pioneers”) can often be found having some serious basketball games!

Tis the season for outdoor sports!

Tis the season for outdoor sports!

June found the Glory Bus heading into northern, southern, and western Minnesota…and even into Wisconsin!  We enjoyed going to several new churches and sharing brand new songs.  Our first stop for the month was at Hosanna Lutheran Church in Mankato, MN.  It is our grandpa’s home church, and he’s been wanting to get us there for quite some time.  So, Cindy Rupp, Hosanna’s extremely talented music director (seriously, she’s probably the best piano player in Minnesota!), invited us to sing during worship on June 8th and 9th.  Grandpa couldn’t have been any more excited! :)  Despite a dying water pump on ole Glory, we made it safely to Mankato and had an absolutely delightful weekend.  It was refreshing to worship with and minister to the people of Hosanna!  And it was great to spend time with grandparents, 1st and 2nd cousins, and other family members.  Grandpa took us out to eat at Old Country Buffet on Saturday and wowee, was that good – and filling!

Here’s a video of Sam, Jayme, and Caleb sharing “Boundless Love” (one of the songs on our new CD, “Out Front”) at Hosanna:

Regrettably, I didn’t get any pictures at our next stop, Living Savior Lutheran Church in Nisswa, MN, but we had fun meeting up with friends we have gotten to know over the years!  Thanks to Dick and Mavis Erickson for inviting us up again, and special thanks to Mayor James Wallin for the brats and beans – they were fantastic!

We had sound issues before the concert in Nisswa, and we decided that we needed to set-up our equipment in our house to E-Q the troubling frequencies.  So, for the next couple of days our home was filled with all our sound equipment.  It had been years since we practiced with microphones and speakers, so it was a very beneficial time for us.

We spent the weekend of June 22nd and 23rd in Wisconsin for the Blessed Assurance Gospel Fest.  Linda and Kurt Holtz hosted the event and we were glad to be able to attend this year again - thanks Linda and Kurt for asking us to come!  Also at the fest were The Herrlinger Family, Gary Froiland, Almost There, Rich Eberly, and Cindy Begert.  It was enjoyable to visit with friends we’ve made over the years.

That Sunday morning we sang at Wesley United Methodist Church in Marshfield, WI; what a fun, supportive congregation!  It was a special opportunity to join them in worship.  Pastor Joel Deaner-Rogers and his family were great to meet and talk with.  We hope to come again soon!  (And thanks for the rolls and mugs, y’all!)

Pastor Bob Benard invited us this year to come back to Eagle Bend Assembly of God, Eagle Bend, MN the weekend of June 29th and 30th, and we were excited to return.  For one thing, Pastor Bob makes the best grilled pork chops ever (his secret is his secret seasoning!), and for another, the folks are so kind and encouraging.  There was a community concert on Saturday evening, and we sang during worship on Sunday.  Mom and I even played piano for a couple of congregational songs!

Here is a photo gallery highlighting the concerts I mentioned above.  Enjoy:

We look forward to meeting you somewhere along the journey!  God’s blessings to you today and always!

“Good and upright is the Lord; therefore He instructs sinners in the way. He leads the humble in what is right, and teaches the humble His way. All the paths of the Lord are steadfast love and faithfulness, for those who keep His covenant and His testimonies.” (Psalm 25:8-10)

 

The TGF Blogger (aka Taylor)
 
Respectfully submitted by
The TGF Blogger (aka Taylor)
Pictures taken by Taylor and Jayme
 
 
 
 

The Great Alternator Saga

Yesterday, I posted these 147 characters on our Twitter account:

But, 147 characters are not sufficient enough to explain the craziest day in the history of our band!

This week, after returning home from the Midwest Quartet Convention, Dad discovered that the Glory Bus’s alternator had failed.  (Mind you, this is the very same alternator which replaced the one that went bad back in June.)  Since the warranty was still applicable, Dad got another alternator on order, which arrived on Saturday – the day before we left for a concert in Duluth, Minnesota.

Saturday afternoon and evening found Dad working hard repairing the bus…and then he discovered a washer/spacer that needed to be removed from the alternator to fit properly on the bus.  Unfortunately, the Braham NAPA store was closed at the time, and would not open until the next day.

Late Sunday morning revealed the news that the alternator Dad was trying to install on Saturday had failed, new out of the box.  So another trip to another NAPA was required.  Dad and Mom were at the second NAPA for almost an hour and half, waiting for the man to pry the washer/spacer off the third alternator, which they then took back to Braham’s  NAPA to have it tested.

Mom and Dad prayed and held their breath as the the third alternator was put on the machine.  Would you believe the third alternator out of the box…failed?

Okay.  So the Glory Bus was out.  It was not moving from Quail Street.  Plan B was to use Mal’s old pickup truck and tow the trailer, while those who did not fit in the truck would ride in a different vehicle.  Ben went to start the truck while Dad and Mom were on their way home.  He had a sneaky suspicion, and sure enough, it was confirmed when the truck did not start.

It was time for Plan C.

Now, I should mention that the concert in Duluth had been rescheduled from a date in August because we couldn’t make it.  Our Glory Bus’s alternator belt had been destroyed, and all of our other vehicles were handicapped as well.  So we knew we had to make this concert.  Rain, snow, sleet, or hail…well, you get the point.

Plan C turned out to be raiding the trailer and evaluating what we could or could not do without for a concert, and then stuffing what we could into two cars.  Monitors, wires, microphones, guitar, keyboard, mandolin, harmonicas (by Sam’s request!), and a few other assorted items were squished into the small trunks of our ancient Mercury Topaz and Toyota Tercel, and whatever did not fit in the trunks was piled between the seats.

So, the Garms Family took off – later than expected – with Dad, Mom, Leesha, and Sam in the Mercury and Ben, Jayme, Caleb, and myself in the Toyota.  We had visions of tire blowouts all the way, but aside from noticing several dead creatures alongside Interstate 35 and seeing blue smoke coming from the Mercury’s exhaust early in our travel, the trip north was wonderfully uneventful.

Once we arrived at Emmanuel Baptist Church and were greeted by Pastor Dave, the fun began trying to figure out how to set-up our “sound system”.  The original plan was to plug into the church’s board and use their main speakers, but (you guessed it!) their board was gone for repairs!

Dad, Ben, and Pastor Dave finally figured out how to make it work: We’d use our monitors as main speakers (raised up on hymnals) and use our piano monitor and one of the church’s small speakers as our monitors.  It certainly was unique, but we were pleasantly surprised to find it worked great!

The concert at 6:30 p.m. was the most interesting we have ever experienced (other than our state fair experience – but don’t ask us about that one!).  Ben and I were the main instrumentalists, with he on guitar and me on the piano for almost all the concert.  Sam covered a few harmonica solos, Dad played guitar on a song, and I played the mandolin on our opener.  We sang many of our standbys with minimal instruments, and it was very different to say the least!  We did toss in a few previously unrehearsed songs, like “I Will Magnify the Lord” (a Capella) and Sam, Jayme, and Caleb’s arrangement of “Amazing Grace” (whew – that brought tears to my eyes!  And the congregation’s singing on the last verse was outstanding!).  Though there were a few people who were disappointed by not seeing all our instruments, many people enjoyed the simplicity of the program, and the message still came out loud and clear.

After the concert, we enjoyed fellowshippin’ with many friends we hadn’t seen for a while, and even got to meet some relatives (our grandpa’s cousin and his wife)!  That was very special to us.

But…the night wasn’t over yet.

When it was time to load up the cars, Dad went to start the Mercury.

Nothing.

He tried again.

Absolutely nothing.

We couldn’t believe it.  By then, most everyone had left, except for our friends Steve and Rose Oswell and Pastor Dave.  Steve went out to help Dad while we all stood in disbelief and prayed.  Dad and Steve determined that the Mercury’s battery had died, so Steve drove Dad and Mom up to Wal-mart to get a new battery while Rose and we kids hung out at the church and ate our packed suppers (and then later solved the world’s problems with Pastor Dave!).

By the time the new battery was installed, it was getting late.  We thanked our friends for their amazing kindness and patience – what a blessing!

The trip back home started.  We were a little anxious because of the huge amount of deer alongside the road…and let’s just say, when one almost stepped in front of the Toyota, we were really nervous!  But God protected us on our journey home, and we made it to Braham safely.

Yes, it was a B.A.D. day – Battery, Alternator, Duluth – but God preserved us through it all.  Though Satan was trying everything to discourage us and keep us from singing, God triumphed!  We praise Him for His goodness, and we do ask for your continued prayers for our family.  Now more than ever we have been battling discouragement because of many different circumstances, but we need to keep our eyes focused on the Lord!  (And thanks to all who prayed yesterday for our family; we certainly needed it!)

“Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you; but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy.” 1 Peter 4:12-13

Below are some pictures from the ordeal yesterday – enjoy!

Blessings and Joy in the Journey!

Taylor for TGF

P.S. As of 12:14 a.m. (which means it is now October 23rd, and yes, I know it’s late!), we have now discovered the Mercury’s brand new battery from Sunday night is DEAD.  So the saga continues to continue…  :)

And, apologies for the pictures being still small when you click on them – I’m still trying to troubleshoot that issue!

Chronicles of the Sightings: Counting Our Blessings

On Monday, November 21st, our family was traveling in the Glory Bus to celebrate our grandpa’s birthday with him when disaster struck.  Leesha tells the story below and shares the numerous blessings which came from the day…


“The cheesy potatoes were baking as they recorded the commercial and mmmm, they smelled so good!” Jayme chattered excitedly to Mom.  Then she stopped, suddenly seeing Mom’s fixed stare at Taylor.  At that moment, Taylor smacked her forehead, “Oh! I should have just made the cheesy potatoes and brought them along to cook at Grandpa’s!” she groaned.  Both Jayme and I looked at each other confused; until it dawned on me what they were talking about.  “So that’s what you meant when you said we were bringing potatoes for Grandpa’s birthday!” I cried.
  
“Yeah,” said Mom, “they were to be baked at Grandpa’s so they would be warm for supper.”  Still Jayme did not grasp the situation, so Mom patiently explained to her why the cheesy potatoes should have been only made, not baked.  


I turned to Taylor and said, “Sorry Taylor, I didn’t realize you shouldn’t have baked them.”  “It’s okay, but I wish I had thought about it before I cooked them,” she sighed, “But we need to get busy; we have yet to make cranberry sauce and a cake, not to mention doing the dishes from supper.”  Wearily, we both got up from the couch in our family room and headed to the kitchen.


Jayme came prancing into our room on her stick horse the next morning, saying “Wake up girls! It’s Grandpa’s birthday!” and galloped out.  I groaned (while saying to myself “Next time Jayme, could you sing a song or something other than making your horse say, ‘I like it when you brush me!’”) and looked to see what time it was – more specifically how long it would take us to get out of the house.  Then I cracked a smile and called down to Taylor from my top bunk, “At least the cheesy potatoes are made!”  Taylor only groaned, rolled over, and threw her covers her head.  


Despite having a late start in leaving, we were finally all in the “Glory Bus” (or as Taylor has started to call it the “Adventure Bus”) on our way to celebrate Grandpa’s 71st birthday.  “Isn’t it nice to be going down just to visit Grandpa and not having to pack suitcases and set up at a church?” remarked Taylor from across the aisle from me.  Ben and I nodded as we bumped along down the road.

We were about at the half-way point in our trip when Dad suddenly exclaimed, “Oh no! We have a problem!  I’ve got to pull over, the engine is over-heating!” Unfortunately, we were in the middle of a busy highway during the lunch hour rush.  In the next suspenseful moments, Dad slowed down and took several exits to get off the highway.  To make matters worse, the roads we turned on were under construction!  Finally, finding a gas station, we turned in – only to find all available parking spaces filled.

Driving a little further, we found a nearly deserted parking lot; Dad pulled in.  As the engine shut off, we all thanked God we had made it this far without the bus exploding into flames or maybe worse.  Ben and Dad exited the bus to look around and see what was going on with our “whale on wheels”, while Mom took stock of the position we were in.

Soon Dad and Ben came back in with what they thought was wrong.  Dad thought that a hose was leaking coolant, thus causing the engine to over-heat.  But a more careful inspection (I am so glad Dad is a mechanic) showed a belt almost completely demolished.  This belt controlled the alternator, the water pump, and the fan, all necessary for the running of the engine.  And this was beyond what Dad could do (he happened to leave his tools at home on this particular trip); we needed help.  With the aid of his GPS, Dad began calling different auto shops to see if anyone in the vicinity could help.

The shredded remains of the belt.

It was around 12:00 p.m. when we stopped in the parking lot, and after the preliminary settling down, Mom suggested we all should have some lunch (we were all starting to get hungry) since it was looking like we weren’t going to make it to Grandpa’s any time soon.  As I made my way to the back of the bus and saw the cheesy potatoes, I exclaimed, “Hey, maybe it was a good thing after all that Taylor made the cheesy potatoes!  God knew we would need them today before we got to Grandpa’s!”   Everyone agreed; the first blessing counted.    


“Well,” said Dad just getting off the phone with roadside assistance, “it’s going to be an hour and half wait until the mobile mechanic gets here.”  “I’m going to walk over to McDonald’s to keep warm,” said Mom, “And this will be a great time to get those spelling tests done, Sam and Jayme, as we’re not moving. Anyone else coming in with me?”  Taylor said she would also come, so Mom, Sam, Jayme, and Taylor set off across the parking lot.  Dad, Ben, Caleb and I waited in the ever-getting-colder bus.  Caleb, Ben, and I began reading books as the minutes ticked by.


Suddenly Dad said, “They’re here!”  All of us in the bus looked outside excitedly as a repair van pulled up beside our poor bus.  We all hoped the repair man would fix it soon so we could either continue to go down and visit Grandpa or go home soon.  Sam and Jayme came over and Ben, Sam, Jayme, and Caleb began playing games as the repair man, Jim, began trying to fix our bus.  Soon he (and we) found out that the replacement belt was too short and would not fit.  Then began the long process of finding another belt, waiting for Jim our repair man or some else to get a belt, and trying to make it work.  


Jim, the mechanic, discovered the tensioner for the belt was broken, so after another belt was picked up, we waited for that part to be fixed.  But even after the tensioner was fixed, the belts we had didn’t work!  In the end, Jim and another repairman moved the alternator to make one of the belts work.  


Meanwhile, all of us kids (with Mom) hung out in McDonald’s.  Boy, I was never as thankful for McDonald’s as I was then.  First, we sat around and chatted, but then we had the bright idea to play a game. We played one game for over an hour and got quite loud, so loud that Mom asked us to burn off some energy outside.  :)  After walking around in the parking lot, we came back in not wanting to finish our game.  Being supper time, we had gotten awfully hungry sitting in a restaurant.  Knowing it would be rude to bring in our food to eat, Mom said we could eat off the dollar menu (our last concert we had been given money for a meal, and well, it came in handy!).  


As we were eating, Dad and Jim came in to get warm and wait for the last belts to arrive.  Jim shared stories about going out to eat when he was young; how a cheese burger cost sixteen cents and a regular burger was fourteen cents.  He told us of growing up in a family the same size as ours with eight kids.   It was interesting to hear what life was like back in those days, before the age of technology.  


Around nine o’clock the bus lights went on (we saw through McDonald’s windows), and we knew the bus was fixed!  We could go home!  We cleaned up our school books, games, jackets, etc., at McDonald’s (we took up a lot of room, three booths!) and prepared to head out to the bus.

As we left the parking lot, we began reviewing the past few hours, seeing how God’s hand had been at work through all the crazy-mixed up day:

  • First, we were not out in the middle of no-where, but still close enough to the Cities (as we Minnesotans call Minneapolis/St. Paul and their suburbs), so that we didn’t wait hours and hours just for someone to arrive.  
  • It had been a nice day, not snowing or raining.  
  • Also, we were near a warm place with bathrooms.  
  • We had food along (already baked!) and it was cold enough they didn’t spoil during our long wait.
  • Another blessing was we had brought along games (more than we usually do) to play with Grandpa on his birthday.   
  • We were blessed with good mechanics who worked hard to fix our bus.  
  • God was watching over us; the bus didn’t break down on our way to a concert.  And even though it was sad not being with Grandpa on his birthday, we were not really pressed for time.  
  • God had also provided for a meal at McDonald’s, and He brought us back home safely – all in one day! 
  • Also, because of the amazing generosity of a certain individual, we were overwhelmingly blessed to not have to pay labor charges (which were very large) – we only had to pay for the parts.

All the way home, I was praising God for the good things He had done for us.  Truly I could say with David: “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits.”  What a time to be mindful of all the benefits of trusting in God!  And how fitting that it was Thanksgiving week, a time set apart to be grateful for the abundance of our blessings so graciously given to us from a loving God.

Happy Thanksgiving from our home to yours!   


- Leesha for the Garms Family