Monday Monday

Things that happen on a Monday

Well it was definitely a Monday.  I generally post on Sundays but last night I hated the entire planet and today I’m angry enough not to let Monday get the last word. See the picture?  Yep, my car doing magical breaky things again, but this time I’m pretty certain it isn’t my fault.  I’ll call my mechanic tomorrow and see if I’m right.

While driving without any rear left shocks, I stopped at my girlfriends in order to borrow her pickup truck.  I had a bed and nightstand to acquire thanks to some Craigslist fandangling.  After pulling up at the correct address, I exchanged pleasantries with “Tony” and he helped me load the furniture in the truck.  I arranged things a bit and figured popping the drawers out of the nightstand would be a good idea.  When I did, there was a mess of papers that had slipped to the back of the night stand.  “Hey Tony, I have some papers here!”  Jogging over he apologized and waited as I pulled the bundle free.  “Wow, your daughter’s lucky day!” I exclaimed.  Tucked in the back of the nightstand, amidst the unused car wash tickets was $55.  “There you go sir!”  I chimed, handing them over, “Keep half as your finder’s fee.”  A smile and a wave and we were off to stash our treasures in our incredibly full garage. 

“That was lucky wasn’t it?” my little chimed from the back seat.  “Yes, it would have been a hassle going back to return that stuff, although they still would have been pleased.” I agreed.  “Returning money that isn’t yours is always the right thing to do.”  I tacked on a moral because it seemed like a teachable moment and somewhere in the back of my head a Veggie Tale tune had started playing.  Those guys had a song for everything. 

As my psyche threw things at Larry Boy in order to get him to shut up, I contemplated what would have happened if I had found the money while at my house, instead of Tony’s driveway.  I like to think that I would have returned the money. But what if I wasn’t able to run back to Tony’s right away?  What if I had to put it off for a day? Would I have been as likely to return the money after 24 hours had passed?  It seemed like a test I didn’t have the opportunity to take.   

All this got me to thinking about other tests I don’t get to take.  Right now, I would very much like to test my character by speaking to someone who has treated me like a troll for the better part of a year.  Upon occasion, I imagine being able to confront this person and speak my side of the story, but strangely, I have never been given the chance.  Rest assured, in my imaginary confrontation I am utterly loving and the thought of running them over with a minivan never even enters my mind.   Truth is, I am likely being spared a confrontation because I would fail miserably. 

Have you ever spent time contemplating what God spares us from my friend?  The lack of opportunity to speak your mind, the social visit that never transpires, even these things can be hallmarks of the hand of God over your life.  In ignorance and presumption, I assume if I had my way, I would get the relief I seek, not understanding the hand of God saves me from myself as much as those around me.

So I’m praying this week, we might see closed doors as blessings; those things that do not transpire as coming from the same heart.  Praying that you keep standing through all trials and temptations. 

And praying for my car…

Have a good week,

xoxKaren