Rubber Meets The Road

In moments like these, the pressure reveals the growth and maturity of the grapes.

My car has been one of those soap opera dramas, on the road. As I wrote nearly a month ago, I was in an accident and it had been classified as a hit and run. Well, then as I waited for them to decide whether they were going to fix the car or total it, the saturn died twice. They then decided just to fix it. Which was a lesson in learning how to rejoice in an outcome I wasn't necessarily excited about. They got it fixed in a week. Then, I learned, yay God! They waved my $400 deductible. I got my car back yesterday. And now, my car sits in a random parking lot dead again. Thank God I was out with my Daddy, doing some Christmas shopping. The radio and lights started freaking out (I mean that quite literally) and then it was sputtering a little bit, then it came back and then the car didn't want to go and then it died. In the middle of traffic. My Dad doesn't know exactly what's wrong with it, but he's going to figure it out. And now comes the moment of the rubber hitting the road. Will my actions line up with my words? Will I take joy in God for the good and the bad? Will I look for His hand in this? Or will I focus on the annoyance and frustration of an unreliable car?

Choices.

Am I allowed a brief moment of "really??" And then I can pull up my big girl pants and truck on? Haha. Abba, my life is Yours. My car is equally Yours. Use it for You glory. Thank You for Your provision ahead of time.

Gosh. Growth isn't always fun. The grape press isn't nearly so fun as the warm, sunny vine. But the product shall be good in the end, whether or not you like grape juice or wine. ;)