Mini-vacation; Truck Troubles and Solutions

Our life needs a blog-post-length update! Two weekends ago, we went to Sodwana Bay Beach.It had been since before Cedar and I went to the United States since we had really gotten away. Sean’s spirit was in desperate need of an adventure. He went down a day ahead of us to jump on a fishing boat. Spear-fishing in the Indian Ocean was a success! He pulled in about $100 worth of fish fillets for us. Nothing farm-raised about those goodies.

It was overcast for most of the trip, but we did manage some sunny moments with our friends who joined us for part of the trip. I enjoyed some sweet days just lounging with Cedar. How nice to “get away” from the constant homestead work for me!

On our way home, Sean noticed our differential oil was leaking a bit at the border. He topped up the oil and climbed back into the bakkie (truck) with these words: I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a crack in that diff again.

If ever there were foreshadowing, it was then. We made it home nicely, but the second morning after we arrived home, Sean walked outside and saw it. The cracked diff. Exactly the same location, but on the opposite side as our cracked diff 2 years ago. Needless to say, it was a stressful morning at the Boehrig home. Yes, we have two vehicles. But the Toyota (with the now-cracked diff) is the only one with a backseat to transport Cedar. Doomsdays of Nicole stranded at home and unhappy about it (let’s be honest!) flashed through Sean mind. The stress of “really, right now?” hit. And then the “how are we going to afford a new car?” and “life in Africa!” threatened to topple our hearts who were already struggling to return to work after a mini-vacation. Then and there we resolved to sell the bakkie. There were several other issues that we had needed to fix. And we had planned to sell it since BEFORE Cedar was born, so it fit. I insisted, “We will not think of fixing it. Let’s sell it cheap. Sell the white bakkie. And be on to a new vehicle.”

Within a week, the red Toyota sold. (I’m slightly sad I didn’t take a photo!) It was a ridiculously cheap price of R20,000 (about $1,600), but we KNOW all the issues with the frame, chassis, and rear brakes. A mechanic bought it, so just don’t buy a red Hillux from anyone in Swaziland. ūüėõ Wild to believe that our car is gone!

In an effort to cook myself some breakfast and feed Cedar before noon, I’ll hop quickly! Sean spent hours scouring websites in South Africa for a new truck.¬†Months ago, we had decided the next truck we bought would be in the next bracket of costs. Two vehicles we’ve purchased for about $6,000. We’ve ended up putting in another $4,000 or so, not to mention the countless weeks of time for Sean or without a truck. so we researched and determined we would plunk the $10,000 down from the get-go. And hopefully circumvent the issues. Two challenges: withdrawing enough cash in time and getting the cash! With a daily withdrawal limit on our bank account, we couldn’t just pull from our savings and checking accounts. Also, we really needed to sell BOTH trucks before we could dream of buying the new one.

Well, it seems the Lord’s hands had other plans. Through my random Facebook post, a friend who is not very active in the Facebook community read about our truck issues. And sent us a LOT of money to purchase a new one. What?!?!?! ¬†Why is it that I always want to see the Lord in finances?! Why is it that I miss him in the sunrises, the cool mornings before the heat, the refreshing breeze, and the smile of my daughter, but He gets my attention through the bank account. I really, really am working to remedy this. But He did it again. He caught my eye. I know our friends are just doing what they could. Just giving how their hearts felt led. We’re grateful for them. Grateful for their hearts. I think the greatest impression on me, is that it feels like God cares. I know, revelation right? God¬†does care. Perhaps my faith is just really thin right now, so it didn’t take much to alert me to the substance. However and whyever. I just thought, “Gosh. Someone believes in us enough to put money behind us. To¬†help buy us a car.¬†Am I that worthy, Lord? Are we that worthy? Is what we’re doing here, or trying to do, or failing to do really WORTH anything to you? Does it MATTER for your Kingdom?¬†

I cannot say. But I know that¬†our hearts matter to the Lord’s Kingdom. Our hearts matter to his heart. And our discouraged, stressed spirits matter to His spirit. And when we let Him, the Spirit inside of us, that we invited and need to invite on a daily basis will lead us beside quiet waters and green pastures. Our spirits can feast on green grass and sip cool, clear water from that stream. And we don’t have to figure out which pasture we’ll eat from today, or which ewe is going to deliver, or when the tractor will break, or if the plow will plow. We just show up, eat, drink, rest, and be filled. Spirit-filled. Refreshment-filled. Goodness-filled.

Sean is heading back from South Africa today. I’m working on my end to transfer monies, so we can pay our friend back. The friend¬†here who transferred money from his bank account (enough to buy a very nice, used car) to the dealership’s bank account when the dealership couldn’t run our credit card! I’m working to get the insurance up and running today. Sean’s driving back the nicest car we’ll ever probably own. Hah! It’s still a 2005 and has over 150,000 miles on it. But cars don’t run cheap here. And trucks certainly¬†don’t run cheap.

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