tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21571005.post115252576873299445..comments2015-09-21T12:14:20.964-07:00Comments on Tin Cottage Journal: PRAYING IN JESUS' NAMERobynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11174186340984996047noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21571005.post-22028510046840505042010-10-28T23:42:46.764-07:002010-10-28T23:42:46.764-07:00I hated the experience of moving across the United...I hated the experience of moving across the United states. I drove a minivan with a trailor in tow. My husband drove his dual wheeled pickup pulling a small mobile home frame he had bought for cheap and had built into a moving trailor. He put a plywood floor on it, and used some metal sheeting (not all the same color, lol!)to be the sides screwed to some wood he used for the side ribs of the trailer. Our stuff was in there and tarps completed the picture for the roof to keep out rain. <br />We had our three kids with us and two dogs and three cats. I had the cats with me and their respective kitty box doings. Talk about a stinky trip. We couldn't afford to stay the night at even one motel. We didn't dare impose on our relatives along the way due to our animals and our trailers. Mainly the big trailer. Needless to say it was a tough trip. <br />At one point we almost crashed in Ohio. Thank God He saved us for whatever reason. But in the almost accident my vehicle managed to obtain a fuel leak in the fuel line and it wasn't long that we noticed I had lost gas way to fast. So we took the next after we noticed. It was a very prissy dollhouse like 'village'. We were there waiting for the gas station to open. A cop came along and wanted to know why the likes of us were in his pretty little town and how fast we could leave. (Not in those exact words, but very close.) My husband explained our plight and the cop began to tell my husband we couldn't have any gas because of our leak. I couldn't hear the conversation whatsoever and was putting gas in the van as the cop was talking to Russ. Russ was very amused at this later after he cooled down from the 'rejection'. lol. The cop told us to use the repair shop outside of the village and across the bridge. So we went there. They were very friendly folks. They asked Russ how he was treated in the village after they learned we had been in there. Russ related our story and they were mad at the cop's insensitivity and snobbiness. They said he is like that to everyone but the 'pretty and rich looking people'. He apparantly routinely did the same thing to other 'riff-raff' like us. lol. I know we looked and smelled by then like we were the Beverly Hillbillies and it didn't help that we knew how 'unworthy' we were. But the garage who helped us knew we didn't have a lot of spare change on us for such a thing. the guy only charged us twenty bucks to fix our fuel line. He apologized again for the treatment we had received from the cop.<br /> We were so tired of MacDonald's by the time we were on our last day. So we stopped at Kentucky Fried chicken to get a meal. The teenage girl who was taking our order did NOT appreciate us. that's when I realized that maybe I was reeking more that I knew. LOL! She was very unhelpful and rude. I had to really press for plates and plastic eating utensils. It was a bad atmosphere. then when we found a place outdoors to eat our dinner I noticed she hadn't put the eating utensils in the sack after all. There wa sno way I was going back in there. I had too much of a complex as it was. So we ate our mashed potatoes and gravy without the utensils. <br /> I can totally believe we all have to go through times like these or we would be unkind, not understanding the plight of others, and we would all be just snobs in our pretty houses, clothes, and cars. We'd be looking down our noses at those who don't look or smell perfect. We would overlook 'those' kind of people who don't meet our eye and nose inspection.<br /> Like you, I thought of how Jesus was not always a pretty citizen, nor one to follow every man-made rule. It was a very humbling experience I usually try to forget along with many other experiences of rejection. But maybe we aren't supposed to forget. Maybe those things are mandatory if we are to be usable by God. I love that you brought this out!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03468495373322967194noreply@blogger.com