Today David left early for ministry, and Lily was running a tad late. So I seal my coffee, warm the car, scrape windshield, re-park, and text that I’m not the weakest link. Still: no sign of life. “I guess I’ll get some fresh air.”
Pull forward. Turn off ignition. Heft decorative boulder farther from the curb. (>_<) Pull weeds. Delete LOL-Smiley reply-text.
Wow. I’ve already learned patience, efficiency, safety, expediency, consideration, humor, health, and hospitality—and I haven’t even left the house. (Yeah, we home-school moms are queens of the daily object lesson.)
As we hit the road, more lessons await. I drive this enough that I should know. (Ya think?) I cut to the left lane, as the left lane ends. Duh! It’s other the left lane. I do that every. single. time. South a few miles: “Doh!” The left-turn refuge is way before I expect it. Do I remember that? No… What’s the lesson here? That’s a no-brainer. I have no brain. (hehe.) But actually… to keep me from exalting myself, there was given me a thorn in the flesh… “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” [2 Cor. 12:7-9]
We noticed an old man walking with a cane. What’s the big deal? Hey! He’s walking! So much wisdom. It reminds me of a poster I saw: “Dear Diet, things just aren’t going to work between us. It’s not me. It’s you. You’re tasteless, boring, and I can’t stop cheating on you.”
The man walked really slowly. “He must be in pain.” My daughter observed, “He’s walking uphill; everything’s more difficult when you’re going uphill.”
Man, a lesson around every bend!
Finally, when we were almost there, ahead of us a lousy driver ignored the red light. Thankfully, the defensive driver swerved. I laughed, “Haha, they probably go to our church.”
We both giggled as we pulled into the parking lot. I joked that I should blog it. Lily said, “Yeah! ‘Things I learned on my way to church’.”
Sure enough, the pastor quoted just the verse: Luke 19:10 For the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”
No, those drivers hadn’t turned. Maybe we should put up a little sign: “Bad Drivers Welcome.”