Check Engine Soon
I’d wrestled with God in the night watches…again.
It seemed that every part of my life reeked of defeat and hopelessness…and the wrestling at least made me me feel like I could do something to fix it.
Now, it was time for work, time to put on the public face of a professional.
I backed out of the driveway and it came on.
Emotionally, it was like the sun exploding in my face, but in the truck it was a little yellow light.
“Check Engine Soon”.
I lost it.
I depend on my vehicle to get to work, to transport Trey and all the other things we depend on cars for.
I have zero mechanical aptitude.
I repeat…I lost it.
In the night watches I had just finished informing the Lord how broke we were and how stressed I was and how I was getting too old to handle this much stress…and this was my reply?
It wasn’t the end of the world but it was close enough for me to get my robe on…
Driving home that night in the glow of the yellow light, I remembered Jimmy Swaggart telling a story about how his old car would break down and he would lay hands on it and heal it.
I laughed wondering if he needed it to run to visit a red light district…you can’t pick up a hooker on a bicycle.
The levity soon passed and in desperation I prayed.
The next morning the light was off.
With typical fallen wisdom, I got angry.
You answer this one, and the big ones are still sitting there?
My sanity returned and brought gratitude.
Do not despise the day of small beginnings.
Inside the small answers is the promise of better things to come, now and forever.
The lights still off.
Now, if He’ll help me find my keys…