A Confession

A confession: I got a little miffed today at God. Okay, maybe even a little more than miffed. I left early this morning for school in a driving rain with lightning bright enough to turn darkness to noonday if only for a second. What? No, that's not what irritated me. That was gorgeous. Anyway, I was driving down the pothole that is Country Road 25 in the pouring rain, and I hit one of those potholes that is a crater. Felt as if my right front wheel was going to fall off. It didn't. But the noise the car started making sounded as if it was imminent. I kept driving--ignoring the noise assuming that I had bent an axle or something that would cost a zillion dollars. But the car was driving, noise and all. No hint of even a flat. All the way to school on the freeway in the driving rain (why do they call it that; it's not particularly fun to drive in?). I know. dumb male thing to do. And, of course, I blamed it on God--even though He wasn't driving the car. Hey, I don't know about you but I way too often blame Him for my stupidity. Yet, lo and behold, I made it to school safely horrendous noise and all. Thankfully, once I get to school, I tend to forget those kinds of irritations once I'm around the kids..They are my daily blessing.
So, school's over. I'm thinking (I do that once in awhile)--"I guess I need to go to the repair shop and see how many months pay I'm going to lose." Irritated Complaining spirit shuffling out to the car. The right front tire is flat. AAA to the rescue. He fixes the flat, shows me the bent side of the tire, It could have blown out at any moment on my mad grumbling dash to school. Didn't. Went flat sitting in the parking lot. Axle problem. Nope. (By the way, it wasn't raining at all--warm and sunny when I needed to wait outside to get the flat fixed.) That's the second time this week my Guardian Angles wrapped their arms around an old man I know. God was protecting me all the way to school. While I was grumbling.
The new tire was more than worth the lessons learned--again. (Wow, am I a slow learner!!) Lesson one--worry is such a waste of time. Lesson two when I worry I always imagine the worst. Lesson three--He cares--always. Lesson four--He loves to remind us of His loving care--even if we're mumbling; especially when we're mumbling. What to do? Embrace His loving hand with a heart of gratitude. Ask His forgiveness for such little faith. Do a dance of joy for a Father who continues to put up with me by loving me more deeply in the simplest profound ways.

Thank You, Abba.