That was my day. Nothing going on. Just chillin. I was about to go to Savers and chill with a few people with my brother. We were driving down Chenal Parkway, and we were just passing Walmart when our car started pumping and putzing out. Now we have an '87 Honda, so we're used to the pumping. It pumped for about thirty seconds (longer than it usually did), so Chris and I were kind of worrying. It stopped, and everything was good again. But then, as we were turning right onto Bowman, our car completely stopped. We were kind of freaking out at this point. So we got it as far as we could, and then I got out and had to push it around thirty-five feet into the nearest parking spot in Taco Bell.
So our car died. The twenty-three year-old ObamaNader finally bit the dust. No warning. No nothing. Just a dead car in the middle of the Taco Bell parking lot. Nothing else slowed down or died. Just my stupid car. I still have plans. I still have stuff to do. Just no way to do it now.
So needless to say I was pretty pissed. I let out a few choice words (not the best, I realize) and totally let it eat at me for the next half an hour or so. But then, thanks to my brother and some other stuff, I realized how stupid I was being. Here I am, in good health, with a good family, complaining about a dead car. The fact that I even had a car to drive (no matter how old) in the first place is a gift from God. There are so many eighteen year-olds like me around the world that don't have a car to drive. They don't have anything. I went to Africa just this last summer and witnessed poverty in a way that I will never forget. And here I am, freaking complaining because my car died and letting it completely ruin my day. I was acting like a freaking jerk. I was completely letting this circumstantial thing get the better of me and rob me of my joy.
This is a big deal. I have spent the last two weeks telling people how much God has been teaching and growing me. And then something so small in the scope of eternity happens, and I freak. What a freaking HYPOCRITE. God is so much bigger than a dead car. Although I might have been caught off-guard by it, Jesus wasn't. I spend so much time telling God how sovereign He is. And then something like that happens and I basically say, "God, how is this happening? I thought you were in control and now something bad happens to me!" There are so many things wrong with this!!!
I teach a group of sixth-graders at my church, and two weeks ago we were talking about selfishness. Bearing this in mind, there's contradiction numero uno in me. I tell my sixth-graders not to be selfish and how bad it is, but then I get mad because God let something "bad" happen to me. Like the whole freaking world revolves around me.
Contradiction numero dos: I tell people how much God is teaching me and how much I'm learning and growing. But then I let the little things of life like this get to me. I act like the world is ending, but I still have a Savior who loves me. God is still good. He let this happen. Yeah, it might suck right now and inconvenience me a little bit, but why in the freaking world does it matter?! There could be so many bigger and so much worse things happening. My friends' house just burned down last night. They lost everything. Literally. Somebody our family knows is lying in a hospital bed right now, and his parents are wondering if he will live until tomorrow. And I complain because my car died.
I guess I'm just writing all this to say that I've still got SUCH a long way to go. Yes, God is working in me and making me more like Himself. He is, and thank God that He is. But something like this makes me realize that we will never stop learning. And it makes me so much more aware of our sin nature and fleshly desires, and how critical it is that we DIE to those desires every second of every day. Something like this always has a tendency to put me down and only dwell on how screwed up I am. But this case is kind of different. In this case I'm hopeful. And thankful. I hold hope in the fact that God is still working on me. And I feel such gratitude that He still puts up with me. I guess He really is growing me. I might be a broken idiot, but God is most definitely refining me. Hallelujah.
I guess that's enough rambling for now.
I'm out.
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