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From the Valley to the Mountaintop


Today’s Daily Post prompt asks “Mountaintops and Valleys: Describe a time when you quickly switched from feeling at the top of the world to sinking all the way down (or vice versa). Did you learn anything about yourself in the process?”

Initially, I was not going to respond to this prompt, but now I feel compelled to share a difficult situation I experienced this week. I also tend not to share things of the spiritual or religious nature, but again I feel that I need to put this out there. I’m a writer, so I need to write even if it takes me outside both my and your comfort zones.

Earlier this week, I experienced a car problem. To make a long story short, I took my car to my local mechanic fully expecting this to be a simple situation easily remedied. After waiting all day to hear word of my car, I received a call from my mechanic giving me the worst possible news:

It was the transmission.

My mechanic said that the problem was beyond his ability to repair, and I needed to take it to a dealer to have the situation resolved. “This could cost you up to $10,000.”

As he described some of the various reasons for the problem, his words faded away and became a jumble. All I could hear was “ten thousand dollars”. How could I afford this repair? Could I afford to replace the car? Would the car have any trade-in value with this problem?. And what was I going to drive as the car was being repaired– if I could afford to have it repaired at all? Finally, I knew I would probably need to take time off from work to deal with the situation. All of these questions swirled in my mind as I struggled to keep from crying.

So instead of crying I started to pray. “Lord, you see the problem, you see my limitations, so could you please help me? Please?” I continued to pray as I drove the car from the mechanic to the dealer, hoping the transmission would not lock up and leave me stranded before I got there.

The dealer and his staff were cool and professional, but they would not tell me anything about the problem or the cost until they could diagnose the car. I would have to leave the car at least overnight. As I dejectedly sat at the dealer’s desk, I asked “is there somebody who could drive me home? ”

The dealer gave me a curious look and said “we’ll give you a loaner car.” A few minutes later I drove off the dealer’s lot in a brand-new car, the same model as mine so I was completely comfortable in handling it.

Fortunately, the next morning I was quite busy at work so I didn’t have time to dwell on the problem. The dealer had said he would call me during the day to give me a status report. By early afternoon I had not heard from him, so my anxiety level began to rise once again. I called the dealer. I called the dealer a second time. Finally I called the receptionist at the dealership and insisted on waiting until I could talk to the dealer. By this time I had worked myself up into the mindset that the car was not repairable and that I better get used a new and different lifestyle of using public transportation (which in my city is a slow endeavor and frightening prospect) .

At this point, I was now praying that I would not be angry at the dealer or his mechanics, to be gracious with them since they were doing the best they could do, and that I would accept whatever the outcome might be.

When the dealer finally got on the line with me, he was profusely apologetic. He explained that they were very busy that day and were only just finishing up with my car.

Then he said, “so here’s where we’re at….” I took a deep breath and prepared myself. “It’s not the transmission itself. It is the computer that talks to the transmission. It needed to be reprogrammed. This is an item that is under warranty and you will not have to pay for the repair.” I almost fell off my chair. Then he continued: “Also there is a recall item involving the flooring around the brake pedal. We fixed that for you also. And we fully serviced the car while we were at it. Oh, and since these are all under warranty, you don’t have to pay for the loaner car.”

Within three hours, I was driving my newly repaired car home, counting my blessings, and reflecting on the timing of this situation. You see, I drive about a thousand miles a month. Had this problem occurred six months from now, the car would no longer be under factory warranty and I would have had to pay for this repair.

The Lord had this all under control and completely planned out. He took me from a deep valley of anxiety to a mountaintop of joy and wonderment as I learned to trust Him through this situation.

It doesn’t get any better than that.

LJG. 2015


4 thoughts on “From the Valley to the Mountaintop

  1. What a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL testimony to faith and trusting in God. He does listen and answer us, if we’ll only give him the space and time to do it. Thank you so much for sharing this today. A timely reminder to me of what I need to do – give Him space and time and trust…

  2. We may never know how God works in the daily details of our lives but he does. I am glad that you did share of howyou called on God to under under take your situations. You should not apologise for acknowleging GAod’s dealings with us.

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