I locked myself out of the car. In the middle of practically nowhere.
Grandma and I went to visit Justine today. When we got to The Ranch, Justine was outside the chapel waiting for us.
After hugging her hello, we all got in the car and drove over to the building Justine was staying at, to get her laundry. Once there, I grabbed everything I had brought along to give to Justine, got out of the car, hit the locks, and started up toward her room. Halfway there I realized I was blocking someone from getting out and it looked like they were getting ready to leave. I asked if they would like me to move my car and they said yes. I started back towards the car juggling everything in my hands, as I attempted to locate my keys. It was then that I realized the truth. I didn't have them. Sure enough there they were sitting in the console where I had tossed them.
I immediately felt sick, however was I going to tell Dad? The worst was that usually I am so very careful, I check to make sure I have my keys before I lock the car and close the door, but this time I didn't.
I remembered that Dad had an extra key in a box under his car. Desperately, I felt under his car for the box. It wasn't there. I hiked back over to girls waiting for me to move my car and shame-facedly told them that I had locked my keys in the car. They were so gracious about it.
Meanwhile, Justine checked under the car for the box. She too came up empty handed.
Lindsay ran over to greet me, and I tried really hard to be excited to see her, because I was, but I felt so sick about what I had done that I am afraid my greeting was half hearted. She walked me partway over to the office.
When I had almost reached the office I saw my friend Suzanna, I screamed her name and hugged her, careful not to touch her with my greasy hand. I asked Suzanna how her week had gone, but I was so preoccupied that I didn't get to talk with her the way I had hoped. She walked with me the rest of the way to the office where I called my parents. Mom answered and she got Dad to confirm that indeed, a box should be under the car.
Dad made sure to tell me that if I had left my keys in the ignition that the car wouldn't have locked. I am afraid I didn't take this as graciously as I should have, I was a bit frustrated. That was wonderful, but the fact of the matter was that I hadn't left my keys in the ignition, I had left them on the console. And what was done was done.
I went back to look again, with Suzanna in tow, while Justine went to find someone to see if they had the tools to get the car unlocked. All she found was Rhett with a coat hanger. He needed to talk to someone, so the four of us, Grandma, Suzanna, Justine, and I, stood and waited for him. Daniel saw us and came over to say hello. We explained the situation and then we all went over to look at the car.
Thankfully, the girls were waiting for me to move my car found a different way out.
Daniel knew someone who had the tools: wedges, wire, et cetera, so he walked over to get them, I walked with him to call Dad.
Once I had Dad on the phone I asked him if he would be willing to let Daniel try and get in the car. Dad naturally said no. What I didn't realize was that, in Dad's mind he saw someone with a coat hanger scratching up his car. He didn't realize that we actually had tools to get the car unlocked.
Dad called roadside assistance and told me he would call me back.
So while Daniel was putting away the tools, I slid under the car to check for sure that the box was indeed not there. It really wasn't.
Suzanna left to go lay down and rest.
As I was talking to Justine about it, she realized that Dad didn't understand that we had to correct equipment, so she called Dad back right away and explained, and because she was Justine, Dad told her that we could try.
We got Daniel back out to car and he began to work on it. And guys, after a few minutes, he got it open! I was so, so, so happy.
In fact, for the rest of the afternoon, every few minutes I would say, "Guys! Daniel *unlocked* the car for us!" Just like that, because I was so happy. So happy.
We gave Daniel muffins that we had made, later that afternoon, to show our appreciation, but didn't even begin to express how happy and thankful I was.
The whole thing was an adventure. I handled it well sometimes and other times I wasn't as composed as I should have been. I know it didn't help that I was so very hungry. I had eaten breakfast at about eight and was looking forward to lunch when we got there. I actually was hungry at eleven when we left Tulsa, little did I know it would be three more hours before I ate.
I was so shaky by the time the car was open. And even after eating it took me a couple of hours to feel better. What can I say? I just need to eat every three hours.
God used this in my life today. Even if I didn't want it to happen. He reminded me that I am human and make mistakes. Even if I am super careful, I still mess up. He reminded me that He is caring for me and it is not necessary for me to freak out over stuff. Guess what? The car *did* get unlocked. Just like I knew it would. Overreacting is silly. Did I expect to be locked out of my car for the rest of my life? Also, just having Daniel there, was so nice. He was so calm about it, it reminded me that, truly, it was not worth sinning over. God also showed me that in a lot of ways, because of His grace in my life, I was able to be a lot calmer then my fleshed wanted me to be.
And everything worked out.
We were able to go into town and eat lunch, get ingredients for muffins, and come back to The Ranch and bake.
And now I am listening to Zach Winters so my day is infinitely better.