searchingeast666
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Hi guys,
I just wanted to share an experience I had yesterday with everyone.
I recently got married, and with some of the money we received as a gift, we decided to buy a smaller(7 ft), but nice, pool table. We had to wait over a week for it arrive at a local store, and then we were supposed to go pick it up from there. I had lined up a friend of mine who owns a truck, to help me get it back to my house, as I only have a small car. When the day came, my friend backed out, and I was suddenly grasping for straws.
I called another friend of mine who has a LARGER car, with a large trunk, and I asked him to measure his truck carefully, and see if the table and packaging would fit. He told me it would, barely, and we would just have to strap down the trunk since it would hang out the back a little bit, no big deal.
We got to the store, we get the table out to the car, and we realize, his measurements were completely wrong!
It wasn't going to fit with the packaging on, so we made the decision to go ahead and slash it open, take away several inches of cardboard, and see if we could get the table itself to slide in. It was less than an inch too wide to fit.
So there I was, standing outside a busy ass store, with this giant item, with the box all slashed and packaging everywhere, with no way to get the thing home. Thanks captain measuring tape!
So, as we were less than 4 blocks from my house, we decided we would just have to buy some rope, and tie the thing to the roof of the car. It was going to suck, but I literally had no other way to get the thing home. My friend went into the store to get the rope, and I waited outside with the table.
While he was inside, I did nothing but scan the parking lot for trucks. Looking for one to pull in, or out, that I could flag down and ask a favor of. There was literally only 1(ONE) truck in the parking lot that I could see, an old white pickup, that could actually handle the table. I kept thinking "I have to flag down this truck or I am screwed", the only problem was that it was at the FAR end of the parking lot, basically totally out of my "range" at the entrance to the store. But as I kept looking around, that kept being my ONLY option.
There were a crapton of people outside of the store, as it's a huge nationwide chain that has EVERYTHING. (The student group from Australia watching the whole proceeding found it pretty entertaining). Just as my friend gets back with the rope, a father and son come out of the store, and the son says "Hey, a pool table!". I look at them, and this is literally the ONLY people I have asked, the whole time I am out there..I say "You don't happen to drive a truck do you?"
It turns out they did. It turns out they were going right in my direction. It turns out that the one man I asked, out of the ENORMOUS amounts of people, drove that white truck. He gave me and my table a lift, for nothing. It was pretty much my only shot, and it was a LONG one, but it all worked out, easy as could be.
This does not happen to those without. Later that night, in the shower, I bowed my head, and I felt Father's presence with me. I thanked him for the every day help, the assistance when it matters most. I cursed the enemy and their grandstanding, their "miracles" that serve no purpose, benefit no person, save to "show" their "power". There was no glory in it, for Satan to help me in this, honestly trivial, matter. But it made all the difference for me, and for that I acknowledge the favor Hell has paid, and it will be repaid, in full.
HG
I just wanted to share an experience I had yesterday with everyone.
I recently got married, and with some of the money we received as a gift, we decided to buy a smaller(7 ft), but nice, pool table. We had to wait over a week for it arrive at a local store, and then we were supposed to go pick it up from there. I had lined up a friend of mine who owns a truck, to help me get it back to my house, as I only have a small car. When the day came, my friend backed out, and I was suddenly grasping for straws.
I called another friend of mine who has a LARGER car, with a large trunk, and I asked him to measure his truck carefully, and see if the table and packaging would fit. He told me it would, barely, and we would just have to strap down the trunk since it would hang out the back a little bit, no big deal.
We got to the store, we get the table out to the car, and we realize, his measurements were completely wrong!
It wasn't going to fit with the packaging on, so we made the decision to go ahead and slash it open, take away several inches of cardboard, and see if we could get the table itself to slide in. It was less than an inch too wide to fit.
So there I was, standing outside a busy ass store, with this giant item, with the box all slashed and packaging everywhere, with no way to get the thing home. Thanks captain measuring tape!
So, as we were less than 4 blocks from my house, we decided we would just have to buy some rope, and tie the thing to the roof of the car. It was going to suck, but I literally had no other way to get the thing home. My friend went into the store to get the rope, and I waited outside with the table.
While he was inside, I did nothing but scan the parking lot for trucks. Looking for one to pull in, or out, that I could flag down and ask a favor of. There was literally only 1(ONE) truck in the parking lot that I could see, an old white pickup, that could actually handle the table. I kept thinking "I have to flag down this truck or I am screwed", the only problem was that it was at the FAR end of the parking lot, basically totally out of my "range" at the entrance to the store. But as I kept looking around, that kept being my ONLY option.
There were a crapton of people outside of the store, as it's a huge nationwide chain that has EVERYTHING. (The student group from Australia watching the whole proceeding found it pretty entertaining). Just as my friend gets back with the rope, a father and son come out of the store, and the son says "Hey, a pool table!". I look at them, and this is literally the ONLY people I have asked, the whole time I am out there..I say "You don't happen to drive a truck do you?"
It turns out they did. It turns out they were going right in my direction. It turns out that the one man I asked, out of the ENORMOUS amounts of people, drove that white truck. He gave me and my table a lift, for nothing. It was pretty much my only shot, and it was a LONG one, but it all worked out, easy as could be.
This does not happen to those without. Later that night, in the shower, I bowed my head, and I felt Father's presence with me. I thanked him for the every day help, the assistance when it matters most. I cursed the enemy and their grandstanding, their "miracles" that serve no purpose, benefit no person, save to "show" their "power". There was no glory in it, for Satan to help me in this, honestly trivial, matter. But it made all the difference for me, and for that I acknowledge the favor Hell has paid, and it will be repaid, in full.
HG
