How many times have you done something that you know better, but still do? I think this is something that all of us can relate to in one way or another. I unfortunately can relate really well. I recently, (this week), had one of these moments.
My daughter is in visiting and she is attending a wedding in South Carolina. Since she flew in from Alaska, she had no vehicle to drive, so she took mine. We have an older car from Joe’s mother, that no one ever drives, so we could make do until mine comes back. One day Joe was going to play golf with some of his buddies, and he told me he would ride with them, so I could have his truck to drive. Sounds great, I like his truck, all except the part were he has no running boards. For me to get into the truck, I have to jump, crawl, and pull. Lol!
Everything was going good, until I needed to leave the house and go to the store. I pulled out of the driveway and stopped to get the mail. I eased the lid down, and looked inside to see if we had any mail. There was a spider under the pull down lip of the box, and when it crawled out, I jumped and let go of the lid. It fell down and hit the side of Joe’s truck leaving a scratch about 3 inches long.
I know all you gurls are cringing right along with me. What could be worse than putting a 3 inch long scratch on the driver’s door, right where he would see it every time he opened the door? Let me back up a little and tell you that I had already done a similar thing with MY vehicle. I looked in the mailbox and then started to drive off, the door fell open because I didn’t shut it really good and left a scratch down the side of my back door. Joe told me NOT to check the mail from the vehicle again. He told me to park the vehicle at the end of the drive and get out.
You can see my dilemma. Not only had I scratched his truck, but I did it by not listening to what he had told me. I tried every way to come up with a good excuse for how the truck got scratched. Maybe I tripped and scratched it with my keys, or Emersyn threw something and it hit the truck, or maybe I had no idea where the scratch even came from. But in the end, I told the truth and waited for the explosion. Nothing, he said hardly anything. I think he knew I had beat myself up all day over it, and he said that it was no big deal. The truck could be fixed, not to worry any more.
This all got me to thinking about the Lord. How many times have I done things He told me NOT to do? How many excuses have I made for my behavior? The problem is, I can’t hide from Him. He knows my every action! He knows my every thought!
I am glad that Joe didn’t get mad and forgave me for my actions. But more importantly, I am THRILLED that the Lord forgives me, and that He loves me! I am His child, and even though I am sometimes disobedient, He still welcomes me with open arms. I am thankful!!!!