Taking the streets

Isn't it funny how you have no desire to leave the house when you can, but when you are not allowed to leave, you want to so badly to go somewhere. Today we had no plans to leave, except to get the truck fixed. Our diesel truck that we use for everything is broken. Yesterday, when Jason went to get me some different medicine (which is working great) the car started whistling. Jason had plans to take it to the mechanic today, but when he was leaving he found out that the roads were blocked. The taxi drivers have blocked the roads protesting the fact that they voted for the president because he promised he would lower the gas prices by 10 Lempira when he took office. Needless to say, the prices have only gone up since then. What the taxi drivers do is block every major street with at least two taxis so that no one can go in or out. Right now one of our friends, Becky Jackson, is stuck at the McDonalds on the other side of town (my kids wish that was their predicament) and her husband is stuck about 10 miles outside of town. We are thankful that we are at least stuck at home.

Please pray for us to be able to get our truck fixed before tomorrow night. We changed our Thursday night service to churchwide visitation for the special services we are having Friday through Sunday. We were all planning on going, but if the streets do not get unblocked or if the mechanic is unable to fix the truck in one day we will not be able to go.