My guts are churning,
The doctor “fixed” my iron,
Now I feel constantly fatigued.
Nothing else is wrong,
Tests came back clean.
Just my iron was bad,
Now it’s totally faulty.

Rendering me useless,
I wouldn’t drive,
The driveways on a busy intersection,
There must have been a reason why,

I felt this muck deep inside,

Called for help on the school run, yep.

But my help was in panic,
Navigation of three other ways,
Turned my car, forgot one way,
Suddenly there was silence,
Smoke coming out,
A bang went off,
I couldn’t hear a shout.

The car had collided with another on the way,
Everyone, thank God, was okay!
The other car was slightly damaged,
Mine a ride off,
But boy what a day.

But I’m sure in all my mess,
That I call this life,
There is adventure and beauty for thirst and for life,
There is blessings to be found,
A first sunny day,
Right before I had spent hundreds,
On fixing a slightly annoying sounding fan belt,
Due to be fixed 40 minutes after the fact,
God had been watching,
He had put out his hand.

Thank you Lord for all that you do.