When the Ox Is In the Mire ... Count Your Many Blessings

As missionaries we have received so many blessings, both large and small. Often it is small things that are evidence of who is in charge and who takes care of us. Today was one of those Big-Little blessings.

My Path at Steung Mean Chey

With our assignment to attend Steung Mean Chey 3rd ward we travel about five miles from our apartment to the church building. We went to Steung Mean Chey last night for a My Path Devotional, and arrived home about 8:30 p.m. This morning we went back for meetings starting at 8:00 a.m. then we have almost two hours before Chaktomuk Ward starts at the South Stake building at 1:00, which gives us enough time to go home for lunch and a short break.

As we arrived back to our apartment, anticipating ample time for lunch, we pulled into the garage to find our space was taken by a big black SUV. The guard motioned for us to pull into a different space, so we did, and turned off the car. Then we were motioned to move the car to a different space. The car wouldn't start. The battery clicked, but the engine would not engage. Completely dead!

Being that this was Sunday and all the other Senior Missionaries are busy attending their assigned wards, we were in a quandary what to do. The guard pushed our car into the other space, then Elder Oveson and one of the guards did their evaluation. This guard offered to go to the market to get us a new battery, which he did while we ate our lunch. The new battery arrived, was installed, and we headed to church, arriving with almost five minutes to spare before Chaktomuk ward started. We were amused as we looked at the songs posted for the meeting. "Did You Think To Pray" and "Count Your Many Blessings" seemed to be just for us. Yes, we prayed, and we did indeed count our blessings. Having the battery die in our own parking garage with a willing parking attendant to rescue us and help pull the ox out of the mire seemed to be no coincidence today.  We are so thankful for our many blessings!