For the past three mornings, when I have gone to drive the van somewhere I have discovered a huge puddle of something pink and oily under the very front of the van.
This morning, when I went out to drive the van to the service center, there was no puddle.
I really don't think the old girl fixed herself. Neither did the service guy.
If God hears prayers for things, please pray for Granny, our nearly-ten-year-old minivan with nearly 200,000 miles of loyal service under her belt. We're not ready to see her go just yet.
In case God prefers prayers for people, you can throw in a request for us, that we can get a few more miles and months out of our trusty van before we have to replace her with something that requires monthly payments.