Jessica Kelso

as my dad would say. We can’t seem to catch a break lately. Lately as in pretty much since I lost my job in December. Since deciding to begin the process into becoming foster parents, things have been especially rough. It seems when you try and do good, “somebody” is there trying to break  you in half.

I’m thankful for a God who is bigger than all of this though.

Last night we were on our way to our foster care class (where we’ll be every Thursday for the next 16 weeks!), when our car died. Just pooped out in the middle of the road. I was driving and felt it slowly dying so I was able to quickly jerk it into a parking lot. Kevin inspected things and after a couple times trying to start it back up, we decided it was useless and called for a tow truck. I was completely fuming inside about having to miss our first class so I came up with the genius thought to walk the 1/2 mile  in the rain. With mace in one hand and an umbrella in the other I raced down Main Street in Bartow hoping to find my destination without getting picked up by a stranger. (I’m slightly paranoid about things like that). With soaking wet mary janes and drenched pant legs I made it to hear the last 20 minutes. As annoyed as I was, I felt proud.  I might have been 45 minutes late but I was there. As far as I knew the class was supposed to last 2 more hours but it was let out extremely early and I was lucky enough to catch Kevin and the tow truck man before they left for Lakeland. He was kind enough to come pick me up. So today we got the news that our timing belt broke. Apparently this “timing belt” shouldn’t have to be replaced until 120,000 miles, but ours broke at 70. The car had a three year warranty and 50,000 miles but it’s four years old and has 70,000 miles on it. So no coverage. Not knowing anything about cars (like myself), you’d think a timing belt would be something small. Well it’s not and the whole engine is completely ruined and they quoted us $6,000 to fix it. After looking up the value of our car it’s currently worth $9,000.

I’m still in a little bit of shock. I’m not sure how we could have been prepared for our car to just die. We’re very thankful that we haven’t been able to sell our VW yet though, or we’d be really out of luck. I try to keep most of the negative out of this blog, seeing how it’s not things I like to dwell on but I just really needed to vent. We’re gonna keep on keeping on, and I’m sure things might even get worse…but it can’t stay this way forever. At least I hope not.