I looked around. I had parked my Avalon in front of Marilyn's home which was situated on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood at the end of a quiet cull-de-sac and no one was around. I felt helpless, except I knew where I could look for help. I bowed my head and prayed a simple prayer. I told Heavenly Father that I really needed His help. Richard was across town doing some apartment work, and we needed to leave for our MTC language training in about 75 minutes, and we just didn't have time to deal with car problems at the moment. So, I prayed for help to start my car.
I repeated wiggling the battery cable and scraping the corrosion, and then I got into the car and turned the ignition key again. The lights on the dash board flickered, then lit up like a Christmas tree and the engine started right up. Whew! I hurried to put the hood down, got back into my purring car, offered a thank-you prayer, and drove home.
When Richard returned home, we rode down to the MTC in our Explorer.
When we arrived home, Richard decided to try starting the Avalon. He sat in the car and turned the ignition key, but nothing happened. He tried again and again, but still nothing at all. The car made absolutely no sound at all--not even the faint ding, ding, ding of the seat belt warning. Our Avalon was was dead.
Even though we still had a car problem, we had made it to our MTC training on time, had a great session, and now we had time to deal with the problem, so I thanked the Lord for this blessing. I am grateful that He answered my prayer in time of need.
