That Scraping Sound

On Friday night, I was invited to a worship gathering but had no idea what was in store for me.

First of all, I LOVE going places for the very first time! It never bothers me to go places alone because I’ve always “had” to go places alone. Actually, I get excited to find out where I’m going. Are you like that? Anyway, this story has a twist.

On that night, as I was nearing the street the address was on, a car ahead of me was doing the same, so I assumed they were headed to the same worship thing.

As they pulled into the driveway, I followed suit because I saw the address numbers, and they matched. I pulled up behind them and saw only the woman get out, so I backed up and pulled up on the other half of the driveway.

Here in Texas, you never turn off the car until you’re absolutely ready to get out; otherwise, you’ll burn up from the heat, so with the car (and AC running), I gathered my things. Just then, my soul was awakened by a scraping sound.

As the car wobbled, I knew the man in the car next to me had scraped my car as he was backing out. I turned the car off to approach him.

As he was walking toward the car, I noticed how beat up his car was and KNEW he didn’t have a lot of money, so immediately, I decided I wouldn’t do the whole insurance thing.

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He was so apologetic, but I kept telling him, “It’s okay; it’s just a car.” Over and over, he said, “I’m sorry,” and over and over, I told him, “It’s okay.” Finally, I asked if he had any struggles in his life, that I wanted to pray for him.

He talked about how he was going to school, so I held his hand, blessed him in that, and hugged him. He was dumbfounded…left without words, except ‘thank you’s,’ and as he pulled out of the driveway, I walked up to the house.

Right away, things seemed “different.” It didn’t SEEM like the right place, but the address matched, so I carried on.

As I knocked on the door, an older, Mexican woman answered. I asked for my friend, but she shook her head, “No;” then, I asked if the address was correct, and again, she shook her head, “No.”

People, I had the wrong house!

Remember last year, when I’d lost my glasses on an outreach? Well, since then, I haven’t been able to afford them. Anyway, I went a few houses down to the RIGHT HOUSE and enjoyed a night of worship.

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The kids LOVED my flags!!

Most of the evening, I thought about that incident in the natural and wondered what it meant in the spiritual.

When I came to Jesus, He forgave me, without question, but is that how I treat others (all the time)?

Right now in my life, there’re people “scraping” me, but since that night, I’ve been quick to forgive and have carried on in worship.

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