This is an ongoing message I continually receive. Doesn't matter who says it, where I see it, nor how I feel about it. God takes us through an ongoing journey to remind us that He is in control and that everything is intentional. purposeful, meaningful, and for His glory. Today specifically, I went through a test. Lord knows I wasn't expecting this today, but something told me that it was going to happen before I left out from the house. Knowing me, not listening--I left out anyway.
On a gloomy rainy day, thinkingApril showers bring May flowers, I was about a mile away from school. I was late for work-study and I had already accepted that to be my fate. After the tracing the curve with my steering wheel, next thing you know my steering goes out, completely locked. My check airbag light flickered. I start trying to "steer" sideways just in case I wouldn't get smacked upside the head with the airbag. Then the ABS light is flashing, my car starts to slow down. At this point I'm still going a solid 40mph at the very least and all of my gauges deplete, give up, go out, and disappear. I was suddenly on E, going 0 mph, 0 rpm gears, and had an underwater engine. None of this was my reality. I'm asking God in my head, can I just make it to school, please let me get there safely. And I just accepted my circumstance, managed to get over and get off the road before it got any worse. So I did and everything finally shut off. Great.
I made a call to AAA for roadside assistance and had to wait an hour for, but I didn't mind. I remained calm. Contacted my employer, my mom, friends and siblings who were concerned. When everything was said and done--I received a phone call from Tony, the man who towed my truck. He wanted to let me know he was concerned for my safety, he couldn't believe I was riding on my tires. Both of the front ones were nearing a blow out.
"How much worse can this get?", I kept thinking to myself. I appreciated his sincerity, but never questioned why I live life on the edge so much, why I'm so impatient, why I don't seem to listen. I just go-go-go, move, and do all that I can. Now wonder I coined that name, "Ms. Busy", but that's another message for another post lol.
I received a message from my mom saying:
I couldn't be anymore grateful for that experience back in mid January, literally same exact thing happened to her car, except--WE KEPT DRIVING. Definitely a lessoned learned for the both of us, and we've been blessed to have the means to purchase a new one. I made the conscious decision to pull over because of that experience. More damage than good and I wanted to be wise--this is my first car so I'm protective. I just hoped the condition to not be as bad as my mom's 2006 Toyota Camry--salvaged. As the day progressed, I kept busy to keep my mind off of the experience. I got business taken care of and even set up an interview for a new job to provide more stability and reliable income as I once had.
The phone interview went well and proceeded to an arranged interview with the head pharmacist. I can't wait to explore this next opportunity. It will educate me more within Pharmacology and the importance of how chemicals interact beyond the walls of my classrooms.
I say all of this to say. Hey maybe I was hoping for a new car, but instead, I'm being blessed with a new job, new skills, new opportunity, in order to make way for that new car eventually. It's fair to say I must continue to be prepared a bit more in order to receive and truly be thankful for my blessing in due time. Patience is key, and while we're practicing this virtue, I believe it's important to remain calm and not freak out like my mom may have thought I would.
Calm, cool, and collected. I can get used to being wise 8)
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