Oh No, Not Another Day (standard:humor, 908 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 19 2025	Views/Reads: 0/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
There is no problem or struggle in my life that God doesn’t make a way to escape. Praise the Lord.

I thought got over the problems I had two weeks ago. I thought I stepped
onto new ground and everything was going to be fine. 

Very few times am I right, and this wasn't one of them. 

A couple of weeks ago, I had a terrible day. Our electricity was off for
over six hours. My printer died, and I needed to get a new one. A scam 
artist called and said my daughter was in prison and I needed to give 
him $2500 for her bail. 

What a day that was. I'm still not fully over it, but I'm slowly getting
away from it. 

While getting over it, I experienced another terrible day. I don't
believe in karma, but I do believe in coincidences. 

It was a Sunday, and The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I did
our ministry at an assisted living facility, and then on Sunday night, 
we went to an evening service at another church. 

In the middle of the afternoon, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
got hit with one of her famous migraines. She has migraines, ugly 
headaches, and regular headaches several times a week. For many years, 
I thought I was her only headache, but as it turns out, I'm not her 
headache. I guess I'm going to have to try harder. 

I was getting ready to go to church, and my wife said that she could not
go because she had a terrible migraine headache. 

The problem was that when I went out and got in my truck to start it, it
wouldn't start. The battery had died on me. There was nothing I could 
do to get it started. 

I sat in the truck for a moment, sighed deeply, and realized that I had
only one other option. 

I went into the house and told my wife about my truck, saying I would
have to take her sissy van to church. I'm not sure, but I think I heard 
her giggling as I walked out the door with her sissy van keys. 

There is nothing I hate doing more than driving that sissy van. After
all, I am a fully grown man and that sissy van cannot handle a real 
man. 

To get in on the driver's side, I have to move the seat back as far as
it can go. Believe me, it doesn't go back far enough for me. Then, I 
have to wiggle and wiggle to get into the seat behind the steering 
wheel. That took almost forever to get seated there. 

The next thing to do was move the steering wheel up as far as I could
get it so I could sit in that seat. Then I had to adjust all of the 
mirrors so I could see behind me and on each side. There are three 
mirrors, and each is very difficult to rearrange. 

It took me quite a while to get everything arranged so that I could
drive that sissy van. Finally, after quite a while of frustrating 
twisting and turning, I got seated behind the steering wheel and was 
ready to start up the engine. The next challenge was buckling the seat 
belt. 

As I looked at the key, the thought that danced in my head was, "This
battery is going to die on me too." Fortunately, that did not happen in 
the sissy van, which started up right away. 

I took a deep sigh and backed out of our driveway and headed down the
street toward the church. It's about a 20-minute drive to our church, 
and so I was a little late, but I would get there in time. 

Then I got there, and discovered another problem. Getting into that
sissy van was difficult, but now getting out was even more difficult. I 
couldn't get my legs out under the driving wheel, and it took me a 
while, giggling and twisting. Finally, I got my legs out. 

I stood up, shut the door, locked it, and walked into the church. 



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