Do you ever have a day where one single thing seems to occupy your thoughts and your whole day? Like work or maybe a relative is sick so you think about that all day. Maybe your air conditioner is broken, God forbid, and everything you see or do reminds you of getting the air conditioner fix.
Today, mine was my car. If you'll remember back to my very first blog, I talked about how I hate car issues. Well, today I just couldn't seem to avoid them.
I walked out to my car today to find a business car on the windshield that said, "Call me (phone number). I scratched your car." I looked and on my bumper was 6 little dots where the paint had chipped off. I so did not care. My car is a '99 and has seen a lot worst than that. So, I talked to Jason and we agreed that this damage was nothing to fix. On my lunch break, I called the guy who happened to be a realtor. He was this country guy who was going through a drive-thru when I called. (Why he answered his phone when he was in the middle of ordering, I'll never know.) He told me that he hated it when people hit cars and just drove away, that he was telling his son that he was going to be honest and pay for the damage. I explained that I didn't really care and that I wasn't going to have it fixed. I thanked him for his honesty and left it at that.
So I was thinking about this guy and how, hopefully, he got a blessing out of not paying for my bumper. THEN around 3, driving back from a class, my 'service engine soon' light comes on. REALLY? Sarcastic WOO HOO! Car stuff all around today.
We'll take it in either today or Wednesday. I have a feeling it's the catalytic converter (sp?). MUCHO DINERO. Floods of 'If onlys' rushed into my head on my drive home from work. 'If only we were rich,' 'If only I wasn't an adult,' 'If only we didn't work for peanuts,' 'If only....' And what does God answer?
"And why do you worry about your clothes? See how the flowers on San Felipe grow. They do not labor or spin, yet I tell you that not even Grace Kelly in all her splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O Abby of little faith?"
He also played this beautiful new Amy Grant song on KSBJ on my drive home. The chorus says, "We pour out our miseries, God just hears a melody. Beautiful, the mess we are. The honest cries of breaking hearts are better than a Hallelujah."
If you need to pour out your miseries today, DO IT! He can take it. He's a big God.