You get out, assess the damage, prepare yourself for the worst, but hope for the best. Trying to tell yourself, 'it's really not THAT bad.' When you know deep down, it's bad.
The bright spot to this evening's little 'run in' is that the side of my car that I damaged is already damaged. You see, I had another little 'incident' about a week ago.
It was a dark, rainy morning (6:34 a.m. to be exact). I had to hurry into Walmart to buy a birthday gift. I was once again, whipping my little mini-van into a parking spot and I heard 'the sound'.
I got out, checked my car.. didn't see anything at first and thought, 'oh thank you Jesus.' Then my eyes moved a little further down my car and there it was. A dent far greater than I ever could've imagined. It started at the sliding passenger door and extended all the way to the bumper. Wow. 'Is this a dream,' I thought. This can't really be happening to me.
When you hit a parked car, several things go through your mind. First, did anyone see me. Can I get away with this. Second, are there surveillance cameras. Third, if I leave a note, maybe I'll write my name and number really poorly, maybe even with my left hand, so they can't read what it says. That way my guilty conscience will feel better that I left a note.. and yet they'll never be able to contact me.
Then, I heard Him. You guessed it. God. He decided to speak to me clear as day. It came right at the moment that I was about to pull away. Leave a note, He told me. Tell them your sorry. Write your name and number.
Man, why is it when I really NEED the Lord to speak to me, I can't always hear him. Or I question whether it's REALLY Him. And when I don't WANT to hear him, His voice couldn't be louder. Seriously God. I do not want to do this. 'No, no, no,' I thought.
So I did what He said. I even left my information on the back of coupon for an oil change. A nice gesture I thought.
When I got home from my Walmart wreck, I was a mess. I went into the living room, sat on the couch and cried. I did not go near my phone. I think I even turned it on silence so I couldn't hear it. I had no interest in talking to the driver of the other car.
A little later, I mustered up the courage to check my phone. I had a text message. This is the exact text, "It's ok. Just an old beater work truck. Thanx 4 leavin a note." Ok, what?! Seriously?! If you don't believe me, it's still saved on my phone. Hello, Lord? Was that YOUR truck I hit?
So fortunately, I have not had the time to get my car fixed. Therefore the new dent just blends right in with the 'old' one.
I'm not quite sure what God wanted me to learn from hitting the side of my house tonight. Other than stop trying to whip around in a mini-van. When I told my husband about it on the phone, there was a deafening silence. I thought he hung up on me. Then he laughed a little. And so did I.
1 comment:
Oh, Jamie.. Love the note the guy left you. And glad that Craig kinda laughed about the second accident. Sounds like you need to be a little more careful, young lady!
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