Oh no, not another day

I thought I got over the problems I had two weeks ago. I thought I stepped onto new ground and everything was going to be fine.

A couple of weeks ago, I had a terrible day. Our electricity was off for over six hours. My printer died, and I needed to get a new one. A scam artist called and said my daughter was in prison and I needed to give him $2500 for her bail.

What a day that was. While getting over it, I experienced another terrible day.

It was a Sunday, and The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I did our ministry at an assisted living facility, and then on Sunday night, we went to an evening service at another church.

I was getting ready to go to church, and my wife said she could not go because she had a terrible migraine headache.

The problem was that when I went out and got in my truck to start it, it wouldn’t start. The battery had died on me.

I went into the house and told my wife about my truck, saying I would have to take her sissy van to church. I’m not sure, but I think I heard her giggling as I walked out the door with her sissy van keys.

There is nothing I hate doing more than driving that sissy van.

To get in on the driver’s side, I have to move the seat back as far as it can go. Believe me, it doesn’t go back far enough for me. Then, I have to wiggle and wiggle to get into the seat behind the steering wheel.

The next thing to do was move the steering wheel up as far as I could get it so I could sit in that seat. Then I had to adjust all of the mirrors so I could see behind me and on each side.

Finally, after quite a while of frustrating twisting and turning, I got seated behind the steering wheel and was ready to start up the engine. The next challenge was buckling the seat belt.

I took a deep sigh and backed out of our driveway and headed down the street toward the church.

Then I got there, and discovered another problem. Getting into that sissy van was difficult, but now getting out was even more difficult. I couldn’t get my legs out under the driving wheel, and it took me a while, giggling and twisting. Finally, I got my legs out.

After the service, I went out to the sissy van with a heavy heart. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and then wiggled and twisted my way in behind the steering wheel. It took several minutes for me to drag my legs in at their proper position. Finally, I got in my seat, started the engine and was ready to go home.

As I recovered I thought of a Bible verse. “There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it” (1 Corinthians 10:13).

There is no problem or struggle in my life that God doesn’t make a way to escape.