It was great having my daughter back home. She immidiately got involved with her old high school's FFA program. She had aquired a lot of hands on experience at the boarding school, and had been the Secretary of their Chapter. It only seemed natural to run for office here.
She managed to get elected as the Vice President and went on to become the Regional Secretary. It seemed my troubled girl was not so troubled any more, and I loved it!
My husband's mother decided she was in the market for a new car. Instead of trading in her SUV, she decided to give it to us and instead, traded in my husband's small 2 door car we were still paying on. It was so helpful to have a little extra elbow room, though still unable to fit our entire family in only 1 vehicle.
We were able to find a really cheap truck for my husband. Unfortunately, it broke down the next day and he had to call the man he bought if from to tow it back home. Thankfully he gave us a discounted rate since he sold it to us.
We decided to find a way to make it last until we got our tax return. It hurt me to know that he worked everyday and we couldn't afford to buy him a good, dependable truck. I saw a really nice one on Facebook but it was out of our price range. I decided it couldn't hurt to message the owner and offer my husband's truck plus the amount of cash we could afford. All he could do was say no. He accepted! It was such an answered prayer! I was able to give it to him on Valentine's Day. He loved it!
Once again, it was one of those times when you knew the chances of something falling into place were just not realistic, but then they did! It wasn't fancy or new, but it was super nice and I didn't have to worry about him breaking down beside the road in it. Best of all, it was completely paid for!
I can't stress how good it made me feel to be able to give him something he not only needed but deserved. Things were starting to feel like they were turning in our direction again. Our family was whole and our needs were met. We were undeniably blessed.
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