Waiting for a Tow Truck When we were in Indiana for the holidays, I had a little accident that reminded me of some lessons. One Sunday evening on the way to church, we took Beth’s grandmother home. I went down the driveway to let her out at the back door. I turned around in the water-soaked yard as I had done before, and got stuck. I didn’t want to try and dig us out wearing my dress clothes, so I decided to call a tow truck. Aggravated and embarrassed, waiting for the tow truck in the warm living room, I started feeling sorry for myself. I have a reputation of getting vehicles stuck when I go to Evansville, which has earned me a reputation of being a “city slicker” around Beth’s family. The last thing I needed was the embarrassment of getting stuck again, and calling a tow truck. One tow truck came and couldn’t get down the narrow driveway, so a second driver with a different truck had to be called out. Waiting on the trucks, I began to ask myself, “What can I learn from this experience?” Keep it in Perspective So I began thinking about people who really have life bad. I thought about people who are suffering from horrific illness and grief. I also thought about the poor, in our country and around the world. And I thought about brethren who are suffering for the cause of Christ, oppressed and persecuted for their faith. Don’t Pout, Make Lemonade I thought about Scriptures like:
I couldn’t make it to church that night, so I decided to pray
and think about God. This was a lot better than pouting and sulking.
And the night ended up being a positive experience rather than a negative
experience, compared with what it would have been otherwise.
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