Concert At The Car Wash…......

On one of my mad dashes to the grocery, I TOLD God that I had to have a parking space close to the door so that I could get in and out of the store, and back home before my appointment time.  I saw one just as I drove up….and not just  any old space, but this parking space was a prime space.  It was under a big shady life oak and only two spaces from the front door….and.. I really was there first before that big white SUV.  I didn’t even look in the direction of the SUV, just in case he was going to look angry at me.  Then, I told God thanks and made a run for it. 

When I returned, my little red Vibe looked like a flock of Grackle-birds had taken target practice all over my car. I frowned; kicked at the ground; and said, “Oh, thanks a lot!” as I looked up in the tree, at those birds!  Then, when I got in the car and cooled off a bit,  I apologized to God for being so greedy and taking that space away from the SUV... and for getting angry and yelling at his birds.  But….Next time, I will have to remember that there’s a reason those “prime” parking spaces aren’t taken. 

On my drive home, I remembered preacher Rick’s message, recently, that when “poopy” things happen, it could be part of God’s plan…THAT BIGGER PICTURE  (Well, maybe Rick didn’t use those exact words, but that was the general idea of his sermon.)

When we had been riding over a week with dive-bomber-dobbins covering our car, I planned to wash it on Saturday.  We got busy and today is Wednesday, and there is still a layer of “poopy” stuff all over our car.  So….I waited for Clark & Granddaddy to take their afternoon nap and I made a dash to the nearest car wash (which was a do-it-yourself car wash). 

I also, decided to run it through the car-wash instead of one of our family fun time car wash in the backyard.  The last time, I had so much help that it took me twice as long to get the job done.

  

The closest car wash was the one that does not have an attendant on duty… but when I drove up, I had it all to myself.  The weatherman said it was suppose to rain within the next couple of days so, I just gave it a really quick wash & rinse….  I just wanted to remove the poop!  Then I proceeded to the next lane to the vacuum.

The CD player was on in the car….(we keep Clark’s children’s songs playing when we pick him up and take him home.)  NOT being electronically inclined, I didn’t know how to change the CD or even remove it…so I just left it playing…I even turned the volume up so I could hear it over the vacuum…but there was no one around to disturb with my loud music.

When vacuuming, I always leave all four car-doors open to hasten the job pulling that long  vacuum hose through the car.  I was actually enjoyed cleaning and singing, “Jesus calls them two by two…” & “Jesus Is The Sweetest Name I Know.”

I had not noticed that 3 very muscular young men with lots of piercings and gold chains, in athletic tank-tops and bloomer britches, had pulled in two bays down.  I looked around when they opened their doors and the “boom-cha-ka-boom-cha-ka-boom!” music shook my car and registering a magnitude of 6.5 on the Richter scale.   The words on their radio, that I could understand, were not part of my vocabulary.  Even though they were laughing really hard and looking my way, I figured they may have heard a couple of new songs and learned a bit about Clark’s Jesus with a different message!   And I can truly say, “Thank you, Lord, for the special parking place at the grocery store and  even the “poopy” things that happen that could be part of  God’s plan.”