There is no greater opportunity to experience humility than when you become dependent on someone else. Which is what I've had the unexpected pleasure of for over a week.
Our second car (read: my car) has been in "the shop" for over a week now. Some part is broken, possibly the entire engine and we've had the wonderful choice of deciding to repair the car or scrap it entirely and get a new one.
In the meantime, I still have to go to work everyday and Husband has school obligations. So it leaves me with the task of finding a ride home everyday. It also, unfortunately, leaves me stranded at home when I have the desire to go places.
On the flip side, it has given God the perfect opportunity to wake me up. :)
On whom am I dependent? Why isn't it God? It should be. With all the stresses that have been accumulating for us: house, car, school...it was easy to get bogged down in the details and lose sight of what God was telling us.
Two very well known verses have been stuck with me during the past few weeks.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."--Matthew 6:34
"I will never leave you, nor forsake you."--Joshua 1:5
He's got it. It's His. What am I doing still trying to figure it out, work it out, worry about it till the minutiae of it all seems too overwhelming that I have a meltdown? God will work out the details when I remember to give it to Him. He is the author and creator of life, why wouldn't he know how to make our lives run the way they're supposed to....He created us!
I need to remember the blessings that He has given me. He gave me life, my husband and a place to live. What have I got to complain about? So I don't have a car to go run my errands; I look at it this way, I'm saving money because now it makes me think twice about spending anything when I do get the car.
It's also given me time to get things done around the apartment. I've started a million and half art projects and I love it. Not sure Husband is too thrilled with half-finished tables, partially made journals, piles of paint, grout, bathroom tiles, paper, fabric and Pepsi bottles all over the place. But I'm reminded to look for the beauty in the small things that God has given us instead of searching for short-lived joy in other places.
I'm thankful for my family members and their gas tanks who have been gracious and understanding in picking me up from work everyday. It means a lot. :)
I'll post some of my finished craft projects in a few days....when they actually get finished.
It'll happen. Just like my crochet project that I've been working on for three years.
Everyone participates in The Friday Parade. It's the mental/physical song and dance that you do when the whistle blows and your weekend starts. Everybody has a Friday Parade. Mine was going pretty well today until people decided that they would rain on my Friday Parade.
