Angela does not want me to go the conference this weekend (to find out who Angela is, you'll have to read the next post, and you can find out more about the conference in the post, "A Gift Greater Than Gold"). When she's not telling me that it's a waste of time, she's busy predicting a variety of disasters that will prevent me from going. When my husband came back inside yesterday morning and told me he was unable to dislodge the tire tread he had run over the night before from the rear axle of the truck and would have to take the car to work, it was tempting to listen to her, but Beau said it wasn't a big deal. He didn't want to drive the truck all the way to work, but assured me it would be fine to drive it to the mechanic down the street. So he turned the truck around in the driveway for me, and I made an afternoon appointment with the mechanic...but I didn't make the appointment because the truck wouldn't start.
Since the truck worked just fine earlier, I assumed the tire tread had done some sort of damage when Beau turned the truck around. Angela pounced at this unwelcome turn of events. "Something terrible happened when Beau moved the truck. It's probably thousands of dollars worth of damage that will take days to repair. How are you going to get to the conference, hmmmm??" I'll admit I listened to her for a few minutes, but then decided I would view the situation as a gift—an opportunity to trust God. So I answered every thought from Angela with Psalm 121:1-2, "..where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord."
I called AAA for a tow , and even though I knew we'd likely have to walk home if the damage was serious, Zack and I caught a ride to the mechanic with the tow truck driver. I took advantage of the waiting time to work on a blog post, and even had time to read a great article called, "Sit. Stay." The topic? The importance of not running away or finding distractions when faced with an uncomfortable, but beneficial situation (imagine me needing to be reminded of that this week!).
In less than an hour, the perky receptionist called me up and said, "We were able to remove the tire tread, no problem. And the only thing wrong with the truck was a dead battery, which was totally independent of the lodged tire tread. Isn't that a crazy coincidence?" I smiled and said, "great news! praise God!" And inside I was thinking, "Coincidence? Ha! It's a good and perfect gift."
Since the truck worked just fine earlier, I assumed the tire tread had done some sort of damage when Beau turned the truck around. Angela pounced at this unwelcome turn of events. "Something terrible happened when Beau moved the truck. It's probably thousands of dollars worth of damage that will take days to repair. How are you going to get to the conference, hmmmm??" I'll admit I listened to her for a few minutes, but then decided I would view the situation as a gift—an opportunity to trust God. So I answered every thought from Angela with Psalm 121:1-2, "..where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord."
I called AAA for a tow , and even though I knew we'd likely have to walk home if the damage was serious, Zack and I caught a ride to the mechanic with the tow truck driver. I took advantage of the waiting time to work on a blog post, and even had time to read a great article called, "Sit. Stay." The topic? The importance of not running away or finding distractions when faced with an uncomfortable, but beneficial situation (imagine me needing to be reminded of that this week!).
In less than an hour, the perky receptionist called me up and said, "We were able to remove the tire tread, no problem. And the only thing wrong with the truck was a dead battery, which was totally independent of the lodged tire tread. Isn't that a crazy coincidence?" I smiled and said, "great news! praise God!" And inside I was thinking, "Coincidence? Ha! It's a good and perfect gift."
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