Every Good and Perfect Gift

Rebecca and I dropped our kids off at her parents and headed to her brother's high school football game. We left our van at her mom's house, so she'd have carseats if needed. We borrowed their car and headed to the game.

The game was a good one, but her brother's team lost. At the end of the game I made a stupid and offensive joke, out loud, in front of lots of people. Driving home, my heart was heavy and I was looking to Rebecca to make me feel better about myself. Turning into our subdivision, I had to slam my breaks because I had misjudged the turn (in this my 4,799th trip into said subdivision). She said, "You're going too fast", and I snapped back. Not because she was wrong, but because I'm self-centered and needy.

We pulled into the driveway and realized we had no way into our house. The garage door opener was in the van and we had no keys.

The van was in reverse when Rebecca said, "Check your cardoor. Maybe it's unlocked." My sentence was much shorter.

Not only do I lock my cardoor faithfully, everyday. But I also lock it twice to hear the horn to make sure it's locked. Today, I drove into the driveway and walked to the mailbox. I left my computer bag in the front seat to grab on my way in. The mailbox had my new Sports Illustrated. SI usually comes on Wednesday, so I was extra happy to see it (also it's the NFL preview). I forgot to get my bag and went inside. I think I was on the phone as well.

All that to say, the door was unlocked and we walked into the house. A gift from God on a night, and especially on a thirty minute stretch, of me acting like a selfish baby.

I'm thankful my God is concerned with every aspect of life. I believe he would have been in every detail even if it meant driving back to my in-laws house. But tonight's gift was a sweet reminder that his goodness isn't dependent on mine.

To him be the glory.