When bad things happen in our lives, glorifying God is perhaps the last thing on many of our minds. It’s not that we don’t think about God; it’s that our thoughts toward Him might be that of a child who doesn’t understand why they can’t have something the way they want.
The other day my mom and I were on our way to have lunch (I hadn’t eaten a single bite that whole morning). Last minute I decided to stop at a furniture store. On the way out of the parking lot to head to our intended lunch destination, I turned right when I heard the most horrid grinding noise and my SUV stalled. There I was practically in the middle of the road in the busy area of the shopping center and on top of all this, my hazard light was broken. My mom and I were dressed nice for lunch. She stayed in the car to talk with my dad who is a master tech and I stood at the back of my car directing traffic. Then it began to rain. A lady was gracious to offer help and she and I began to push my SUV out of the road. Shortly thereafter, 2 men came running to help us. Long story short, I got some phone numbers of local towing companies from the insurance company. Two out of three were not available, and the one that was, the man sounded so incompetent. My husband called me with another towing company and they came after a short amount of time. My mom felt horrible since an expensive repair had recently been done at their auto shop and insisted on covering any cost that might be related to the work.
As someone who tends to become overly anxious in similar situations, I’m amazed at how calm I was overall. I began to thank God that we’d stopped at the furniture store first rather than turned onto the freeway heading to the restaurant (which was up a hill). The towing company was friendly, the staff at the dealership was so helpful in finding us an affordable car rental, and the rental company was quick to pick us up and ended up putting us in an upgraded rental. I thanked God that it was my mom in the car with me and not my children.
Though I wasn’t happy about the situation, I realize my attitude made a big difference. I didn’t allow the enemy to get a foothold of me in my anger and frustration. I maintained faith that God is capable of helping us. I hope to learn from this experience that the attitude that I choose to have really can make a big difference in how things play out in stressful situations.
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