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Refuse To Worry! In this world there wil always be something enticing you to worry. That is the nature of a fallen, fractured planet: Things are not as they should be. So the temptation to be anxious is constantly with you, trying to worm its way into your mind. The best defense is
continual communication with Me, richly seasoned with thanksgiving. Awareness of My Presence fills your mind with Light and Peace, leaving no room for fear. This awareness lifts you up above your circumstances, enabling you to see problems from My perspective. Live close to Me! Together we can keep the wolves of worry at bay." -
Jesus Calling by Sarah Young
Those are the words from my devotional this morning. Being the stupid-head that I am, I decided to lay in my warm bed and not do my devo before heading to work. I rationalized it in my head saying that I'll do it when I get there. My grandma is normally still asleep when I get to her house so I'll have lots of time.
My heart is so prone to wander.
So I laid in bed a while longer, got up, got dressed, and left for work. About a mile away from my house the clutch in my car started to feel a little weird. It does that sometimes, though, so I didn't think much of it. I got in the left turn lane in front of Sonic and waited for the light to turn green. When the little green arrow appeared, my heart sunk. No matter what I did, I couldn't get my car into gear. I turned on my hazard lights and called my mom. She said to call my dad. I called my dad and was trying to explain to him what the car was doing (or not doing) while the guy behind me wouldn't stop honking his horn.
Yes, pumpkin, I realize I should be moving. Believe me. I would be driving away from this terribly awkward and embarrassing situation if I could. Thank you for honking and making me feel 100x better about myself. Really. I appreciate you letting me know my car should be moving in a horizontal direction. Now drive off and leave me to wallow in my puddle of humiliation.
Long story short, I called the Clemson Police to help with traffic control because I didn't know what to do and traffic was pretty bad. A cop showed up and talked to me for minute and got me to try a couple things to get my car to work. After he realized nothing was going to help, he (and Philip Brawner who was passing by and stopped to help) pushed my car backwards, sort of up under the train trestle so it was out of the way of most of the traffic. He called a tow truck and I sat in my car waiting.
My mom showed up and waited with me. She didn't do a whole lot but just having your mommy there makes everything better all of a sudden. 2 other guys came to ask me if I needed help. Seriously, if you're a girl with car trouble in a small town, everyone and their brother will offer help you.
As we were waiting for the tow truck, my flustered and fidgety hands pulled out my iPod and opened up my
Jesus Calling app to read my devotional. What was the title of it?
Refuse to Worry
Refuse to worry as I'm holding up traffic, late for work, in my broken down car. Really, Jesus?! REALLY?! Don't I have a right to worry in this situation? Don't I have a right to be flustered and stressed?
Refuse to worry.
"The best defense is
continual communication with Me, richly seasoned with thanksgiving. Awareness of My Presence fills your mind with Light and Peace, leaving no room for fear."
Fine. I hear ya, Jesus. I'm listening.
I continued reading to find 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 "Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." So not only am I not supposed to worry, but I'm supposed to be giving thanks while holding up traffic and people are honking at me? Dang.
The weirdest combination of peace and conviction hit me. Peace because I knew that God was watching over me and he was taking care of me through the whole thing. Peace because I knew I didn't need to worry. And the wave of conviction hit me just as hard. I'm really good at worrying. Like, really good. I read somewhere that worry is the absence of prayer. "Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances" Pray continually. If you're continually in prayer, it's harder to worry because you're telling God what's going on and giving Him the control. Obviously, I wasn't in continuous prayer this morning. I was in freak out mode.
Right when my car stopped working, the first thing that came to mind was my favorite older brother, Ryan. If you're looking for someone to stay calm in a crazy situation, it's him. This same car used to stall out and not turn back on for a couple minutes. On his way to school one day, he stalled out in an intersection and just had to sit and wait, blocking traffic, before the car would start again. I've always been amazed at how things like that don't phase him. As I was stuck today, I remember thinking "Stay calm like Ryan. There is nothing you can do to fix it. Stay calm like Ryan. It'll be ok." So I guess I've got a little bit of worry-fight in me.
So yeah. That happened. I don't particularly want to go through it again and I wouldn't wish it on anybody. 45 minutes of humiliatingly blocking traffic isn't my idea of fun, but it could have been a lot worse.
My daddy helped me out over the phone.
My mommy came and sat with me.
The police man helped with traffic and moving my car somewhat out of the way.
3 different guys stopped to see if I needed help.
The tow truck man literally pulled my car out of the situation.
God was in control of the whole thing.
And I should have my car back by tomorrow afternoon. HOLLAAAAA!