With a hectic few weeks of big family decisions, long working hours and
a busy weekend ahead,.
With a hectic few weeks of big family decisions, long working hours and
a busy weekend ahead, I was looking forward to the upcoming Monday
public holiday. I had planned it to be a pyjama day. A rare chance to
sleep in, stay in pyjamas and catch-up on some time with the Lord. On
the Sunday evening on an outlying road entering the city, we hit a
really bad pothole and I realised I'd blown out a tire. I went into
parking lot at the mall across the way and discovered that two tyres had
blown and the rims were also damaged, so no chance of getting off with
merely a spare tyre change. I got the AA to come out and they towed me
home. I saw may pyjama day go up in flames as the Martha in me began
planning how and where I'd be going to get this sorted. Being acutely
goal orientated, my initial instinct is to check the boxes and if
there's time left, which there seldom is, because the list never ends,
then we can consider doing some of the less pressing bits. I'm
embarrassed to say that often my relationship with the Lord survives
merely on scraps and my travel time in the car.
When I got home, I began to get mad and frustrated that my day was being
stolen, I needed it so badly. I made the choice and decided that Martha
would have to step aside so that Mary could get her time at His feet and
I said "Devil, you're not going to steel this day from me.". My Mom
agreed to borrow me her car and I decided that I would visit the tyre
place on the way into work on Tuesday and began to feel renewed
excitement about Monday's pyjama day.
It was a rejuvenating day. Many times Martha popped out her head and
said - "just call them and see what they have and how much it costs
etc," but I said no, it can wait till tomorrow. During the day I felt I
should not rush this and should call the insurance the next day and find
out if I need to do anything through them and if they cover anything. To
cut a long story short, I did, they towed my car in and had a look and
it turned out that bearings had been damaged and the rear axle had to be
replaced - more than R20,000 worth of damage.
I like Martha cos she's a girl who gets things done, but the Lord used
this incident to show me that Mary's way is strangely laced in peace and
gives the Holy Spirit an opportunity to do what needs to get done in
God's perfect way.
Thank you Cathy for this very moving story.
I would love to hear from anyone who has a special testimony or word for the congregation. Please send it to me at ruth.compion@gmail.com
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
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