I think I’ve written this blog already. It was just over a year ago when I was newly pregnant and the sickness hadn’t fully taken over yet. I had gotten Corbin and myself all ready and geared up for a day out, only to find that my car wouldn’t start. And then God’s grace intervened in the form of a loved one.
Well it happened again today. Except this time it was Corbin, Bennett and myself…and we were not at home but in a busy restaurant parking lot….in the heat of the day…at nap time. But just like last time, grace intervened. My friend Rebecca, who had just paid for my meal because brilliant me forgot my wallet, was pulling out of the parking lot to take her two tired boys home for a nap when she got a call from her basket case of a friend (yes, that would be me) telling her that her car wouldn’t start and she had no idea what to do. So without any hesitation my sweet friend turned her car around, moved everything around in her vehicle to accommodate two more car seats and chauffeured my two children and me back to our house so that we could get out of the heat and into our beds before hysteria set in.
We will go back to assess the situation when Chris gets home from work, but as of right now I have no idea what is wrong with the car. last time the battery was dead because there is a button right at knee level on the driver’s side that turns on every light in the car simultaneously, and left unnoticed can drain a battery in approximately 76 seconds. I’m half hoping that is it so I won’t have to be without a car for the rest of the week while it gets fixed, but I’m half hoping its something else so that I don’t have to admit to making the same idiotic mistake again. As we were struggling to get the car seats out of my car and into Rebecca’s, I jokingly mentioned that this is what I get for asking God to humble my heart. I said it flippantly out of a place of embarrassment, and yet, it does seem that the more ridiculous and incompetent I feel the more humbled and appreciative I am of the grace that is extended to me. I told my mother just this morning that I probably spend about 80% of my time worrying and stressing about everything that needs to be done and the best way for me to do it, and yet obviously all that worrying is in vain if can still get myself into a situation where I have two children, no money and no way to get home! This would be a terrifying reality if not for the power, the grace and the overflowing love of my heavenly father. Which puts me in mind of a scripture that we discussed in our Sunday Bible study. Matthew 6: 25-34 says:
“Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?
“So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
“Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
