When things don’t go your way, it can be frustrating.
Earlier this afternoon I was picking up my car from the auto shop after having them work on my brakes, and my checking account card kept getting declined. This was intensely frustrating for me for two reasons:
1) I hadn’t had any coffee yet.
2) I knew for a fact there was more than enough in the account to pay for the work.
After several calls to my small-town California bank to make the fraud department stop flagging my transaction (because, let’s face it; “….’s AUTOMOTIVE REPAIR $120.00, ….., TEXAS” looks pretty funny next to the recent grocery and clothing purchases in southern California!), the card finally went through. My key didn’t have a tag on it, but I was able to go around the counter and point it out to the mechanic.
I get out to my car to find that the person who parked it pushed the door lock down with their hand (a big no-no!!) and it was jammed. So the key wouldn’t open the door.
So here I am, standing in the cold wind, frustrated with life and just wanting to go home to cook lunch. I ran around the car to unlock the drivers door, ran back, got in, and took off. You better stay green, I gritted my teeth as I gave the traffic light a glare for good measure. It did.
A couple blocks down as I’m preparing to turn into the middle lane to turn left down a residential street, wanting to take a shortcut home, a car pulls out of the residential street onto the main street and an oncoming truck slams into the driver’s door in an attempt to avoid an accident.I drove past and flipped around, and by the time I had parked and was running to make sure they were okay the driver of the car that had pulled out, a high school girl, was being helped to the side walk. She hadn’t seen the oncoming truck, and she was so rattled it took a while to get it out of her that all that hurt was her foot (and not her neck). Thankfully she lived a few houses down and so the neighbors came out and talked with her, and her aunt and cousin were driving by and saw her. I stayed with her, rubbing her back and arm and talking her out of her tree until her parents arrived and the EMTs had checked her over.
Those intensely frustrating moments happen to us every single day. Your card gets declined. Someone cuts you off. The light turns yellow and you have to stop. Often I don’t dwell too long on these moments, preferring to roll my eyes in irritation and put them behind me as soon as my blood pressure returns to normal, but when I do the hand of God in my life becomes so obvious that it all but smacks me in the face.
I often wonder about what-ifs, and sometimes I wonder what would happen to me if I don’t follow gut feelings, or if I don’t stop at a yellow light. Although I still get bad feelings sometimes, it isn’t as common as when I was in high school and the early years of college. Often I would be going home late at night by myself and suddenly have a twist in my gut when thinking about the route I was taking. So I would take a different one. Who knows if there was truly something wrong with that particular route. Who knows if I was being gently guided out of harms way. I’m okay with not knowing what the hand of God guides me away from; and I’m definitely okay with putting my life, safety, trust, and faith in God’s hands.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.