It was a typical morning. Wake up; rush to get everything done: get the children up, feed the dog, fix breakfast and get lunches ready.
This particular morning, during my drive to work, I was stopped by every red light, bus stop and traffic jam. It was not unusual for me to experience one or two of the above during my morning commute. I could not fathom all the obstacles I was ensuing.
“Can anything else happen?” I quickly received my answer, my tire blew-out and I was plunged to the side of the street. I had to laugh.
I proceeded to call my boss, to inform him I would be late. I called a friend to see if he could assist me - no answer. I called my dad - no answer. I felt sorry for myself.
I settled in my car and commenced to pray. “Dear God, please let me get my tire fixed.”
I assumed God knew I loved him, because I went to church every Sunday. However, I did not have time for God, my family or friends during the week. My days consisted of: breakfast, work, home, homework, dinner, children’s extra curricular activities, house cleaning, washing clothes, baths and bed.
While sustained, I started to ponder my emotions.
With a renewed appreciation, I engaged to communicate with God. “God, I love you. I am sorry I do not tell you that enough. Thank you for slowing me down. I understand I could have been hurt. When my tire blew, I could have been going fifty-five miles per hour, but instead, I was only going fifteen. Thank you God!”
I have no doubt, God knew what was going to happen; he put those obstacles in my path to slow me down. He was protecting me, even after I had been to busy for Him.
I was to busy for God. His day consist of far more than I could imagine, but He is never to busy for me.
I could feel my eyes twitch. “No, don’t do it!” There was no holding back, my eyes wept, tears flowed down my checks like raindrops.
I was forced to slow down and listen to God. I had forgot Him. I may have gone to church and treated people respectfully, but I was not living my life for God.
At that very moment, my checks damp, eyes red and nose running, a cop tapped on my window. “Are you alright ma'am?”
He was an attractive, young man. He appeared to be around thirty years of age, with dark hair, blue eyes, a thin lined go-tee, estimated six feet in height, and a run-of-the-mill build.
I laughed, knowing what I must look like. “Yes sir.”
He peered into my eyes. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
I thought to myself, “I am now!” “Yes sir, I just have a flat tire.”
He walked around my car. “Do you have a spare? I would be glad to assist you in getting it on.”
I sprung from my seat and opened the trunk. “ Yes sir, I have a spare.”
We replaced the tire and he positioned the flat in my trunk.
I thanked him and he smiled. “Yes ma’am. I hope your day gets better.”
I grinned while resting back in my seat. “I don’t think it can!”
Thank God for traffic jams.
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