There comes a point in your life where you have to start finding your own parking spots. I don’t like parallel parking on the left side of a one way. I’ll drive around the block and park further away to avoid that reverse-cut-drive-cut-reverse-cut-drive-cut nightmare.
Anytime my father is looking for a parking spot up close to the store he’s going to, he eyes the handicapped spaces and says some combination of “I’m not scared” and “I’ll drag a leg”
(I think this is technically OK under PC rules, as he actually does, now, qualify for one of those little blue stickers, but won’t sign up for it — but I don’t know. I don’t make the rules.)
Anytime my mother gets a good parking spot at Trader Joe’s, she lets everyone in the car know one thing is for sure: she is Jesus’ favorite.
“Ah! Look at that. Choice parking. I’m Jesus’ favorite.”
It’s something we’ve gotten a good laugh out of for a long time. I hope you’ll think of it the next time you find yourself looking at a wide open parking space with a short commute to the store doors.
God, the King of the World
For the director of music. A psalm of the sons of Korah.
Clap your hands, all you people.
Shout to God with joy.The Lord Most High is wonderful.
He is the great King over all the earth!He defeated nations for us
and put them under our control.He chose the land we would inherit.
We are the children of Jacob, whom he loved. SelahGod has risen with a shout of joy;
the Lord has risen as the trumpets sounded.Sing praises to God. Sing praises.
Sing praises to our King. Sing praises.God is King of all the earth,
so sing a song of praise to him.God is King over the nations.
God sits on his holy throne.The leaders of the nations meet
with the people of the God of Abraham,
because the leaders of the earth belong to God.
He is supreme.
Recently, a whole string of things fell into place for our upcoming move to Eugene. It looked like the person written about in the above Psalm was making moves on our behalf. And, completely in line with everything we could hope or dream. More than we would ever dare ask — because that would just be too much. Too good.
Growing up I thought God had a really rigid set of checklists He wanted me to achieve. A bunch of do’s and don’ts. And while, yes, there are do’s and don’t —- virtues, vices, passions, etc — that ought to be understood and lived in light of — I think God starts and stops as a loving father. Excited about our artwork from daycare that day. Quite aware of how small and powerless we are. Excited to give us good gifts. Knowing we are so engrossed in our busy, little lives. Happy to spend a few minutes with us before we go toddling off again.
Today I was driving in another parking lot, nearing the front doors, and finding an up-close parking space. I pull into it and believed — even if just for a second — that I, too, was Jesus’ favorite. I’m starting to think we might all be.