I have a confession. Sometimes my attitude needs a little  (or a lot of ) work. This past Sunday saw me pathetically attempting to get to church. The week had been exhausting, in absolutely every sense of the word. We had been dealing with some illness in the house, some sewer back up, and a critically ill parent in the hospital. Our daily routines were out the window, and survival mode had settled in. My sister was staying with us from out of town for the week. She had flown in specifically so that she could have her last visit with our Dad. We were all extremely busy, and emotionally spent.

Sunday morning saw me bleary eyed and wiped out. I struggled to get myself together for the forty minute trek to church. My husband and three of our children had sore tummies, and my older ones were at work. I could find two children to come along that could be ready on time. Out the door we went.

Two miles into the drive  saw me wondering if I was really up for it.  I actually hate to drive, even at the best of times. I much prefer to be chauffeured, and today the highway was icy , snow covered,  and there was blowing snow.  I was feeling tired, worn down and weak. Another two miles in and my eight year old asked, “Mummy, why can we only see a little bit in front of us? It is all white.”

I wondered what was wrong with me. Why was I continuing to drive in this low visibility? Was it really so important? Shouldn’t  I just turn around? Then my thoughts turned slightly bitter. “This better be worth it. I better not be going in, just to end up disappointed.”

See? I told you my attitude needed work.

Not even three miles passed after I had thought those thoughts, and suddenly the highway was clear, and there were no more visibility issues. I was humbled. It was like God Himself was showing favour to me, assuring me that I was on the right track.  Even in my grumbling spirit, He was patiently and lovingly teaching me.

I learned the lesson before I even heard the sermon that morning.  Sometimes I just have to push on a bit further, stretch out of my comfort zone, and trust that He will bless those efforts.  He does not leave or forsake me, and I need to trust Him more. I was so grateful for the lesson, and His patience with me that morning. I truly felt that I had met with the Lord, right there on the highway.

What more could I have asked for on this Sunday morning? I had received a revelation, and I had learned something powerful. I felt loved and protected by my Father’s heavenly care. He had assured me that He can always be trusted, and my drive was without incident. But guess what? He did not stop there, because He is such an abundant, amazing God. He is forever doing way more for His children than they can even imagine. And that is what He did for me this past Sunday morning.

After our little visit together on the drive, I proceeded to church, where I sat and heard one of THE best sermons of my life. Definitely one of the top 10, hands down.

God is so good, all the time.

Love Michelle

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