In November of 1994; Ken has a ’82 Buick Skyhawk that Mom had given to him a year or so before.
Ken and I went to Orlando, Florida to see Don Taylor, his youngest brother. They were hosting the family get-together on Thanksgiving at his duplex apartment. We have house-sat there before during the Memorial Day weekend when Don and Faye went hunting.
Almost everyone of the Taylor relatives was there to celebrate the Thanksgiving with ham, since someone didn’t like turkey. It was a great meal that day. The reason I said "almost" was that one Taylor brother was missing in that gathering.
Billy Taylor came to visit from California that year to see his mom, and meet me for the 1st time. That was the only time I’ve ever met him in person. He’d later died of the coronary heart attack.
Gary, Sue, Kim and Don were there to see their mom, Barbra. I know there is a reason why they all had to meet together at that time. The only brother who didn’t show up was Bobby. He was in New York at the time with a so-called friend. We were all disappointed in him. He’d called to ask for money to get back home, but Don won’t allow him back unless he get rid of that so-called friend in New York.
I met Kim and her two kids that year. (I’m not sure if it was 1 or 2 kids then). I’ve already met Sue and her 2 daughters.
Their beloved dad, Richard Cutshall, has passed away two years before (1992). So like I said, "almost" complete.
I have yet to tell you about those lug nuts and I want to tell you about the family first because that is where is all began. 🙂
Anyway; we all enjoyed the gathering and getting to know one another as the family. The meal was very good and everyone liked the meal and we were thankful that everyone enjoyed themselves for the most part.
So here we are getting ready to head for home and we said our farewells to one another. Ken and I got into the Buick Skyhawk and got ready to go on the highway out of Orlando.
Just as we were a couple of miles on Interstate 4 when the tire on the back driver’s side began to vibrate. We both feared that it could be a flat, but there is no blow-out. As Ken drove on I-4; we had to endure the incessant noise from the back tire on the left side. We have kept hearing that annoying incessant noise of "whip-whip" of the tire as if it’s going to come off the car as we drive on I-4. I mean we were this close to being in the automobile accident.
So I prayed and prayed to God throughout the rest of the trip depending on YHVH for protection and Him being there for us. I knew if I hadn’t prayed that prayer; I would NOT be around to tell you of this testimonial blog. As I prayed throughout the rest of the trip; it’s like YHVH has sent the messengers to hold the back tire with their hands.
Yes, I was scared, but I also knew that Elohim will take care of things.
As we got to Grandma Penny’s and Granddaddy George’s house; Ken drove into the driveway. I breathed a big long sigh of relief as I thanked Yah for protecting us till we got home.
Granddaddy got out of the house after he got the flashlight to have a look at the tire. As it turned out; we were riding on only 2 lug nuts! Those 2 lug nuts were also damaged from the stress of being driven with so much vibration of the tire because of the missing lugs. Talk about living on the prayer!!!! Thank You YHVH for protecting us!
It was late by the time we got home from the brother’s apartment in Orlando so Granddaddy didn’t fix the tire till the next morning. Both Ken and Granddaddy had replaced those missing and damaged lugs with the new ones. This time Ken tightened up the lugs since Granddaddy was slowly losing strength as he had aged.
Well, now you know about the lug nuts. Yes, we were actually riding on only 2 damaged lug nuts without even realizing it till we got home. We were just amazed that we have made it home. To me; I believe that God has His hand on us. I knew that He was there when we needed Him to protect us then. Thank YOU, YHVH!
So I do not believe in "luck" as most people think. It is not about chances. It is about the choices you made and the consequences that come with them. So what I believe in is YHVH’s protection and providence for us and I call them "blessings"
So for those who believe in "luck" are really missing the point when they have been praising how much they have worked so hard or how much they’ve survived. What happens when they do that is because it takes away YHVH’s true blessing for them. So I praise Yah for all He has done for me.
Anyway; I think that is about it for this blog entry testimony. So I’ll see you later on. Ciao..