Upheld In Dents

The Still, Small Voice

Have you ever started to do something, and then this thought came through that said, “No, not this, do that instead”?

Yep. I should have listened. The morning was sunny and warm. That’s been rare in this Spring, I think everyone will agree.

From Good Time to Crunch Time

I was meeting the Scribettes (writing friends) for a great morning of writing together.

I pulled into the mostly full parking lot, looking for an empty spot. Ah—I saw two. My inclination (read that as Still, Small Voice) was to pull into the space that faced the street. It looked safe. But, another car left an opening closer to me and I pulled into that gap. And walked into the building.

As usual, it was a great time with the Scribettes that morning in April. After the meeting, I headed out to my car. Sounds pretty normal, right?

Dents

I rounded my car from the rear, did an errand that caused me to open the trunk—again, the rear. It wasn’t until I got home that I saw the front. Sigh. The dents were in the middle and the license plate folded like an accordian. Now, when did I do that? Wouldn’t I have noticed?

But a note gave me information. The fella who backed into my car felt terrible. I would have, too. But, all is fixed and well, forgiven and sort of forgotten.

Theological Advice

My theological advice for the day is this: When you hear that Still, Small Voice—LISTEN TO IT! It may save you some later grief!