Malicious Mischief

Wow, Malicious Mischief! There is a part of me that is afraid to write this story, as it is very personal to me. Have you ever wondered what puts evil in peoples heart, to imagine and then commit crimes against others! You may be shocked to know, in my case, I made someone very angry. That person or persons set out to teach me a lesson.

 I made a promise to share my story earlier today, with fellow blogger STU. On September 18th, I was headed to emergency room, suffering from dry eye syndrome, had rubbed my eye to hard and injured myself. Two miles from the ER, in bumper to bumper traffic, my Ford SUV made a funny noise and I felt that sinking feeling, I whispered”Lord, please don’t let me break down.” I made it into the right turn lane coasting into an Exxon station, turned off the car. The car died right there, I just didn’t know it yet. I got out checked everything under the hood, all fluids were level, car didn’t overheat, no burning smell, nothing leaking. I tried to crank the car; nothing, no turn over.

I had not had a break in five months, and that day I rejoiced on the side of the road, that I was stranded, finally I was alone. It was a chance to clear my head, relax, talk to God and a very good friend.  My rejoicing was short lived, as I realized I had no way home.

Eventually, seven hours later I got a ride and went home. A sweet friend paid to tow my car to a mechanic shop for an estimate.  The next day, the mechanic called and told me there was sugar, a foreign like substance in my fuel pump, $1000 to repair. I just cried, I had no money. I couldn’t wrap my head around why someone would do this to me, wasn’t I going through enough?

I cried, prayed and gave it to God, my friend who towed the car offered to help fix it if the mechanic guaranteed it could be fixed. Work began on the car and I was hopeful and feeling blessed someone was helping me.  Forty seven days later, my mechanic quits his job and I am told to remove the vehicle after I pay the bill, vehicle is still not running.

Around this time a stranger shows up at my home and informs me, that I need to watch my back. He overheard a conversation by a third party about someone vandalizing my vehicle, shocking me by asking “Did I get the sugar out of my tank?” How did this stranger know my personal crisis?  The stranger continued to relay what he had heard, which lead him to come to my home as he felt this person was out to get me for not giving a ride. My insides felt like they had been ripped open, I just couldn’t believe someone destroyed my vehicle because I said no to a ride.

Then my friend tows my vehicle to a master mechanic for a second opinion, and I learn that all repairs  by the first mechanic were unnecessary, as the master mechanic stated, “This vehicle died the day it shut off, the engine is locked up, by foreign substance, you were mislead and this is what you need to get your money back,” I’m happy to report, I am getting reimbursed all the repair bill and two towing bills back. This money goes back to the friend who was kind enough to help me.

Ive lived with the knowledge of the vandalism betrayal for over a month. I still don’t have a running car and now reality is setting in, what am I going to do with out a vehicle? The vandalism cost me my only vehicle, my transportation, my freedom to go do errands, buy groceries, get meds, visit my daughter, grandchildren. What was I going to do? Why would some one do this to me?

My heart just couldn’t take another person saying “What in the world did you do to make someone so angry at you?” I was looked upon like an evil woman and it wasn’t a good feeling, crushing my heart. My crime that caused me the loss of my vehicle, was an act of tough love, Sadly, I had told someone “no” to a ride, because I cant partake in anything that leads them to drugs, or that would jeopardize my freedom! Now I sit here , stranded in the country, mourning my dads death, care-taking my mom, no vehicle, siblings against me, persecuted, pressed down, depressed, its the holiday’s, I’m broke finding out people could care less. I’m missing doctor appointments, cant runs errands, cant get to grocery store or take mom for a Sunday ride. People will try to control you, or take advantage of you in your weakness……………….they think they got me. Did I learn my lesson, my betrayer sought to teach me after this malicious mischief of vandalism?

 Yes, I learned my lesson, I choose how I react to evil.  I choose to Rejoice, I just start laughing, because I had a revaluation, after letting go of it all, My  God,  owns all the cattle on the hills, I believe I have supernatural favor with God, I believe God is going to move in all my circumstances, as I had to be brought down to nothing, so that when I rise, God gets all the Glory!  I cant wait to see God move, speak your future as if it already is, your tongue has power of life and death, speak life, watch blessings flow! I believe the best is yet to come, I don’t know how God will do it, I just know he is able, I will continue to make Beautiful memories with my mom, and watch God work. Never Give Up! Blessings!