Yeah, so, here, it snowed again. Like, enough to make it look like you’re launching into hyperspeed on the Millennium Falcon while you’re driving.
And I had almost made it home without a hitch, excepting some slick spots and clenching my steering wheel the majority of the journey.
I took the turn, up the hill, the hill I have to turn on every day. I was more than halfway up. Slowly, but reaching the top of the hill. The mountainous, snow-covered peak.
And then my car stopped going anywhere.
I looked beyond the snowflakes pelting my windshield, past the all-too-near mailbox to my right, and in my direct view was my house. It was there. There was a straight and narrow path, albeit covered in snow. I was stuck.
I revved, I turned, even went in reverse and forward again to try for a boost, but my “oomph” attempts failed. I pushed into the steering wheel (like my exertions were moving the car forward) and nothing. Cue hazard lights.
Side note: Can’t we all just use our turn signals correctly? I mean, it’s a brilliant thing.
I had been listening to the good ol’ Christian radio station in town the duration of my hour-plus journey. Yeah, there were the traffic updates, but I also really didn’t need the junk of other songs pummeling at me while I was trying to meander cautiously and avoid colliding with a tractor-trailer. Or anything, for that matter.
Instead, I welcomed the happy, sometimes sad or more convicting and reflective music. Even though I’ll continue to pick on the repetitive use of the same four chords over and over again, or even Chris Tomlin’s occasional over-usage of crackly timbre at the beginnings of phrases (“Uhhhhour God is greater, uhhhhour God is stronger…”–don’t worry, I still like Chris Tomlin), it’s nice to not hear someone dropping a bomb every 11 words (or less) or bragging about “gettin’ it” or “drankin'” or “smokin'” something.
Regardless, a familiar voice popped on the radio to share a testimony. I knew the voice. He was sharing his story of how he came closer to God through a really tough time, even though some really good things were about to happen in his life.
I knew the story because I had heard it before, but when you hear your former youth minister on the radio you kind of have to stop what you’re doing and listen in. Or, you know, continue to sit in your stuck car on the top of the hill less than a quarter-mile away from your house.
I’ve felt disappointed lately because hiccups had occurred in plans, bubbles with hopes hadn’t smoothed out and wrinkles were still in place with other things (metaphorically speaking, even though my pant legs were admittedly crinkled from my snow boots today).
But the good things are here. And more good is coming. We get stuck sometimes because we have to remember that, instead of forcing our way through something on our own, God can get us unstuck. We’re convinced that, if it’s our plan, it’ll work out, but it’s really more like, “If it’s God’s plan, it’ll work out.”
It’s like this prayer from Solomon:
“May the Lord our God be with us as he was with our ancestors; may he never leave us nor forsake us. May he turn our hearts to him, to walk in obedience to him and keep the commands, decrees and laws he gave our ancestors.” (I Kings 8:57-58)
Maybe you’re not supposed to be with that person. Or go to that school. Or have that car yet. Or move there now. But you are supposed to talk to God about it and seek His plan. Just pause, take a break and focus on Him. Don’t get to the point where you have to be stuck in order to talk to Him. Don’t lose sight of the good, but remember the journey you’re on and who is there with you.
If you care, yes, I did eventually move. It was interesting, but I got unstuck. Now, I just need to get unstuck with the other stuff.
In addition to getting stuck on tops of snowy hills, here are some other things I don’t recommend:
- Watching “House” while you’re eating
- Watching the VMAs while you’re eating
- Not eating the box of raisins sitting in your lunchbox for a month, which is then inadvertently left in reach of your dog who proceeds to eat the box of raisins (raisins are like, not good for dogs)
- Washing your clothes with chapstick in the laundry
- Eating pickled okra
- Wearing white to an Italian restaurant
- Painting your nails lime green with cheap fingernail polish
- Viewing “Prisoners” at night
- Stubbing your pinky toe
- Not checking to make sure your alarm is set for a.m. NOT p.m. Can I get a witness?