“The Pilot’s transmission is out, it’s going to cost $5k to repair
it. The Accord is leaking radiator
fluid, mechanic says all the hoses need replacing, it’s going to cost $400. The kids are totally without
transportation, but Pastor Ron sent out an email asking for help…” I announced to my husband Jim after talking
to my daughter. I knew what I was
going to do about it; now to just get him buy into what I wanted to do about
it.
“What are we going to do about it?”
“We wait,” he says.
So, while HE waits, I pray. I tell
God, “Lord, we have four vehicles in our driveway, and two and a half
drivers. It’s really a no-brainer, but
he needs to hear it from you.”
The next day, I asked him to call our daughter Jennifer, knowing that
when he hears her voice, God will use it to whisper to him, “Let them use the
silver car.”
“What’s new?” I ask.
“Pilot’s getting towed back to their house, Accord is at the mechanics
but will be back at their house shortly.
Email’s been sent out asking for help.”
By this time, my patience was starting to run out. Why should the pastor have to send out email
asking people to loan a car to perfect strangers (O.K., so church members
aren’t exactly perfect strangers, but they may as well be, compared to
immediate family) when we have a perfectly working car sitting unused in the
garage?
So, as gently as I could, I ask, “Why should Ron have to solicit help
from church members when we have a perfectly working car sitting unused in the
garage?” He just looks at me, and then wordlessly
gets out of the car to get some milk, while I wait in the car stewing.
While I stew, I talk to God.
Conversation goes like this:
Lord, You’re going to have to talk some sense into him.
Try again.
Lord, he’s not listening to you.
Not even close.
What... I’m [emphasis on I’m] not listening to You?
Now, you’re talkin’.
So you’re saying I’m the one with the problem of not listening to You? I’m
the one who’s been praying and talking to you from the start?
That’s the problem. YOU’ve been doing all the talking.
Then it hit me. I’d been doing all
the talking, telling God what to do, what to say, when to say it. I wanted US – Jim and me – to be the heroes,
to be the good guys, the ones to save the day for our kids. That was our job – or so, I thought, until
God gently reminded me that is HIS job.
Good thing He knows me and knows that eventually, I’d come around,
sometimes quick enough to where no one has to get hurt. So my prayer changed. I thanked Him for keeping my mouth closed,
for keeping me from doing what I wanted to do.
I thanked Him for keeping Jim from doing what Jim wanted to do. Then I asked Him to help me trust Him – to trust
that He is doing something bigger than providing the kids with a means to get around
town.
This morning we received word that a couple from the church answered the
help call. They had just bought a brand
new car, and had a much older one just sitting in their garage. They decided to drive the older car and loan
the new one to the kids.
The loaned car is a 2012 Ford Focus.
