We just got back from New Brunswick yesterday. It was supposed to be Thursday night, but... let's start at the beginning...
This was the trip that got postponed because of the whopping snow fall we had in February. A quick trip up to Meductic with stops in Fredericton and Sussex on the way home. A full two days, but doable. All went well until we left Fredericton on our way to Sussex. The battery warning light came on. I asked Michael to look it up - should we stop and get it checked in Fredericton? The handbook so helpfully said "stop and check." Just as we were deciding to stop, the light went out, so we continued. Half way to Sussex it returned, and stayed on, but by that time we had no choice but to continue. No problems for a good long while until just as I was telling Michael about an on-again-off-again symptom in acceleration, we lost the ability to accelerate all together.
Back road New Brunswick is not a good place to break down. On the other hand, it does have some advantages, like hills. And small gas stations with friendly people. We were able to coast and nurse the car to an Irving that "
just happened" to be at the bottom of the hill we were on. And there "
just happened" to be a small garage affiliated with the Irving just around the corner. We were given an immediate diagnosis of alternator malfunction, a boost, and an escort to the garage. A short wait revealed that the alternator was indeed dead and that there wasn't a replacement available anywhere nearby. But the mechanic "
just happened" to know a few places that might be able to fix it. So he gave us a ride into Sussex to meet our friends there (we "
just happened" to be not that far out of town), and set to fixing our car, hoping to have it fixed and ready for us in the morning.
So we enjoyed a slightly extended visit with our friends in Sussex. The estimate of a morning fix turned into nearly 2:30 pm, but it "
just happened" to be the right time to get us home in time for a Skype meeting Michael had.
AND, just before we left, the mechanic "
just happened" to test our oil level and discovered it dangerously low - as in, no oil showing on the dipstick at all!! That, to me, seems to be the crowning "
just happened" of the whole experience: without that breakdown, we likely would have been out a whole engine (and therefore a whole car) rather than just an alternator! What else can we say other than all those "
just happened"s are God's workings in our lives?