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A Tale of Humility - Makeup & Garmins

(This post is part of a Tale of Humility in our Honeymoon Saga. If you'd like to start at the beginning read this post and then this one.)
Well the moment of truth had arrived. I don't exactly remember how I told my husband we may have to begin the first day of our honeymoon with shopping BEFORE we start our 7 hour drive to the beach....He is a very easy going guy, so there was no real ruckus. - Well, except for the pit of my stomach which was rumbling with something much heavier than butterflies as we walked to the car.
My wonderful husband helped me get to my big ol' suitcase buried under all our belongings... as you may well know if you're married there is a science to loading a vehicle... and while most gals would put their bags in easy to get to locations...for men it is much more about burying the huge, bulky items and placing items strategically in a geometric pattern...I guess my suitcase qualified as big and bulky...I thought I packed well...
So I opened the bag. No Makeup. Uhh.

Well, the husband and I had splurged and stayed at a very nice hotel in a community plaza atmosphere, so conveniently there were shops - well basically an outdoor mall - all but adjacent to our hotel. We had already decided to stop in the book store and buy a daily devotional book to begin studying together on our honeymoon. The make up store was ALMOST next door. Simply Providential! (God is better than a genie!)
So, we hop in the car driving across the parking lot...and the man starts fidgeting with the Garmin. Perhaps I will make a whole 'nother blog post on my guy's slight obsession with his GPS... for simplicity sake just remember we are literally driving across the parking lot from our hotel to a store and he is plugging in the GPS. When I casually asked what he was doing...he states "Plugging in the GPS...so we can have it later."
Ya'll we drive 3 minutes max! Get to a parking spot beside the bookstore, He unplugs the Garmin, then I hear: SPLING! SPLACK! WHICK! WHACK!
Uh huh... you guessed it... the plugger inner portion ;) of the GPS just broke...

It's okay laugh. Please! I did! I felt some relief and really wanted to do a jig in the parking lot! As we have had some serious arguments over GPS systems....
I am positive I began thinking, 'Is this my reward for being humble and trusting God with my issues!! How perfect!'
 
James 4:10 "Humble yourselves before the Lord and He will lift you up!"
 
Looks like our Honeymoon was going to be an exhilarating road trip! Free of navigational systems...YEAAA!!! (Enter my happy dance!!!!)

After my husband digs for the parts and pieces and attempts for several minutes to fix it. I suggest we go grab our devotional book (and brand new make up for me) and worry with the GPs later. To which he responds well I guess it doesn't matter since we have navigation on our cells now... OH BOY!
 
Why did I insist on those phone upgrades before our wedding...Humbled. Again.

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