No super mom... or wife...

 Today was trying.... It was raining. The kids aren't quite in full school morning mode yet. I haven't slept well in months it seems. I am grumpy in the mornings and I used to be a morning person. This morning after dropping my youngest off at his grandmother's my truck started to overheat. I call the new used SUV a truck to differentiate it from the sedan and our old van. We made it to school and I got the kids settled and before my teaching shift started I just sat in my truck with the hood up as it steamed with my head in my hands. I have AAA. I tend to run things by my mom a lot. I called her to just vent. As I was just trying to figure out what to do a church member drove up after dropping his kids off. I work with his wife and the family actually lives in my neighborhood. He is a police officer by the way. He took a look and said it was definitely overheated and had no antifreeze. I thanked him and said I would figure something out. He said he would swing back and fill it with antifreeze. I started my day wondering how in the world I would make it to my doctor's appointment after work. I already had Dad picking up kids. I called AAA for a tow expecting a tow, a huge bill for repairs, and a lot of stress trying to figure out a way to my appointment that couldn't be rescheduled. As my shift was ending another church member approached me asking for my keys. He had grease stained hands. He, for with the original member had spent their time and money working on the truck all morning replacing hoses and connections. I was in shock. I tried to pay him. He refused. I told the wife of the police officer to thank him. I told her no one had ever done anything like that for me before. She said, "welcome to having a church family". I sat in my car in shock. I love my husband but he would never have done any of that or helped me pay for it. I went to my appointment in a fog, I sat and waited for my prescription in a fog, I came home and actually sat in bed and fell asleep before 5pm in a fog. Close to 11pm I woke up. My husband had tended to the kids. He is tired after work but hands on most of the time. I am awake typing because obligation and even guilt are plaguing me. I feel I can't accept the help I was given. How do I repay those gentlemen for just being men of God helping a church member in need? I am not used to this. I need to pray more and find my way through Christ more. I am a very cynical person. This is hard.