So, I live out in the boonies (sort of, but not really) and I don't have internet nor do I have any sort of television system currently set up to watch any broadcast tv. So if you don't hear from me- that is why. Rest assured I have tons to do in my quiet (except for my blaring stereo).
I am going to try to work on somethings that will post later in the week so if you are a regular reader I won't leave you in the dark. Some things on Uganda. Some things on what God is doing. Some randomness.
Here is the first thing-
I love my car to be clean. More so the inside and the windows than anything. It hasn't been for quite a time. Moving a couple of times and going to Uganda has hindered my time to vacuum out the car. Right after my return from Uganda I was introduced to the Goo Goo Express Wash. I never knew such a thing existed. Not the drive thru 2 dollar version. The people scrubbing your car before the wash version. For those of you not familiar, let me introduce you:
You drive in, you pay. After you pay you pull up and there is an employee, generally they are smiling and hustling. And they have on khaki's and a red striped shirt. They spray your windshield with something, spray your wheels with something, and scrub your front bumper, tires and the back of your side mirrors with a cloth spongy thing to get the bugs off. Then they help drive your car onto the conveyor belt thing. Then you are directed to put your car in neutral, foot off the brake, and you are on your way.
After a whole lot of craziness going on outside the car you come out the other end of the building with a clean car. Then amazingly enough they offer a bonus "free" vacuum and even a floor mat cleaner machine. I say "free" because I did just pay for the car wash. But you know what I mean. And as I used the amazingly sucky vacuum I could not help but to think about the whole process. I mean the paying to get my car washed process.
I was thankful for people who helped me. For the friendliness. For being able to live in a country where this ridiculous service can happen. (in Uganda the guy who washes the car has a jerry can and a rag...but the car comes out amazingly clean...and it lasts about 2 minutes). I felt at the end of the the process like I was starting over.
This may not change your view on God, the universe, or blow your mind into any new understanding but I felt the need to share... In the process- we need the craziness, someone to help us on our way, the wind whoosing, the water shooting you in the face, some sweat, investment. The process is messy, but worth it. And I like to thank those who helped me too...that is a little harder cuz your window is all rolled up so you don't get wet. Next time I am making a sign.
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