I confess it. One of my small idols is the parking space.
I'll circle, hold up traffic, back up, and dive and swoop shamefully in the quest for that parking space closest to the store. After all, I'm going to be tired when I've finished all that shopping.
And no, I'm not one of those people who park closest to the door of the gym. The fact is, the gym hasn't seen me in...lets just say months at least. I'm just lazy. I confess that too in the spirit of complete transparency.
Lately, I've been telling myself to turn this silly little idol over to Jesus. Still, I'll listen for His voice: "Turn down that aisle".
Would it surprise you at all that quite often, when I think I hear that little whisper, I do turn and do find a parking spot?
Recently I was late getting to work, and the parking lot was full. As I drove past the aisles full of cars, the message came to turn down the next one. Reaching the end of the aisle, I was thinking I must not have heard that one quite right, when a man walked across my field of vision in my rearview mirror to a car parked on that aisle.
Making sure that he had indeed gotten into a car on the aisle behind me, I proceeded to turn around.
As I pulled into the vacated space, I said my now accustomed "Thank you Jesus".
However, I wasn't the only one who was late that morning, and I spied another car nearby, also seeking a place to park.
Strangely, I had a sense that I should give up the space I'd just taken. There was a voice in my head, telling me that I didn't deserve the blessing I'd just received.
As I actually considered backing out of the parking space, another voice, His voice, reminded me that in fact, I don't deserve a single one of my many blessings, so many of which I fail to be as thankful for. I was reminded that each blessing is a gift from a God who delights in me and in each one of us, and who loves to give us good things. Not only that, but He cares about even the smallest details of our lives, like parking spaces.
Now, I'll be honest and tell you that I did not give up my space. I got out of the blessing of my car, walked into the blessing of the building housing the blessing of my office and my job, thanking God and asking Him to bless the driver of the other car.
Then I thanked Him for the blessing of that lesson, learned before, and confirmed again.
By the way, on that same morning the strangest thing happened. As I walked past the row of spaces closest to the building, not the ones for reserved parking, I stopped and stared in amazement...every space in the entire row was empty and available!
Oh, that's right. God also has a sense of humor, and doesn't seem to mind using it to punch home a good lesson.
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