How to Survive The Next Hard Blow

How to Survive The Next Hard Blow

What was that? His alarm? That was weird and way too early on a Sunday morning. No wait –it was his phone.

“Caleb?” he said. “Caleb? I can barely hear you.”

I was only getting one side of the conversation.

“Where are you? Okay, tell me what happened. Are you off the side of the road far enough?” He turned to me when he heard my gasp, “It’s okay, honey. He’s okay.”

Caleb had left the house at 5:00 a.m. with three friends, to travel five hours in order to make their skydiving time. (Why? Why skydiving? But that’s another blog post altogether.) An hour later his transmission had given up the ghost on the side of the road.

In less than five minutes, Matt and I were dressed and driving two vehicles to meet the guys, so they could take one car on to their great skydiving adventure and we could take care of the deceased.

The next day, Matt and I debriefed about what was going through our minds as we drove around Flathead Lake, to see to a vehicle that we had no money to replace.

I had just finished reading Hope Heals, by Katherine and Jay Wolf (a highly recommended read.) In her 20s, Katherine suffered a massive brain stem stroke that left her with severe disabilities. She and Jay wrote about how they struggled being around normal people with normal problems after that, without being annoyed.

I could hear Katherine say to me, “Really? A blown transmission is the only problem you’re facing?”

As I drove, I thought of Katherine’s multiple surgeries, hearing deficits, and having to relearn to walk and talk and swallow. I thanked the Lord that we were only dealing with car problems.

Up ahead of me in his truck, Matt had been the first to see the emergency vehicles parked at a house in the neighborhood we were driving through. He took a right to avoid what was happening there.

“It put what we were experiencing in perspective for me,” he said. “I thought, ‘Okay, things could be a lot worse for us.’ He was thankful that we were the ones going to meet our son and not an ambulance and fire trucks.

Car problems are hard. I was just talking to a friend yesterday who heard my story and then said fiercely, “I think car problems are straight from the devil.” True that. We’ve done a lot of sighing and taking turns with furrowed brows about how we have three weeks to figure out the car thing before Caleb has to leave for school.


But we’re thankful.

I was imagining if that car trouble had happened while Caleb was by himself driving to Texas. Or if it had happened while he was in the middle of Denver traffic. Instead, it happened on a very quiet highway early on a Sunday morning, and he was very close to home where we could help out.

Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.  (Psalm 107:1 NIV)

Perspective is one key to a thankful heart, and I believe God put the Wolf’s story in my heart and the ambulance in Matt’s vision, to help us thank Him for the good within our hard time.

But gaining perspective takes mental effort on our part. The Wolf story was there. The ambulance was there. But Matt and I had hearts that were reaching for God in our traumatic moment, and I think that’s the only reason those things were helpful to us. We were looking for God. We were working to think well about our situation.

So what perspective do you have on your hard circumstance?


  1. Roschelle Todd says:

    I got the call from Shelton while we were in Sandpoint, Idaho this weekend. He was stranded at Great Clips in Missoula. Joe was busy coaching baseball and I had to somehow walk Shelton through his car situation. My car was already headed for the shop Monday morning, upon our return from Sandpoint, so Evan and I can safely make the trip to Miles City on Wednesday. Evan picked me up at the shop when I dropped my car off. I got in Evan’s car and heard a whooshing, whirling sound when he accelerated and then the terrible rumble grumble when he braked. He hadn’t said anything because he didn’t want to burden us. We dropped Evans car off at the shop when we picked mine up.
    Thank you Jesus, for the bumps in the road. Shelton is working with Joe this summer, who picked him up in Missoula after our weekend in Sandpoint, on his way to the job they are working on in Columbus and he will be with us for two weeks and can do without his vehicle until then. I discovered Evan’s car trouble before something terrible happened. Evan and I can safely make the road trip to Miles City this week, to meet up with Joe and Shelton at the state tournament. Life is complicated, (and expensive), God is not.

    1. Ugh, sister. Life is expensive!!! Don’t all the car issues just wear you out? So sorry! Thank the Lord he helps us through all of this.

      1. Roschelle Todd says:

        I am thankful we all have vehicles to repair. There was a time when I wondered how we would ever provide vehicles for our children. We didn’t, God did!

        1. That’s a great point that I didn’t even think of. We were in the same boat!

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