Five Minute Friday: Park





Rather than a location with sprawling green grasslands or sand filled tot lots, when I think of the word park, ​a picture of my car immediately comes to mind. I am what I call, "parking challenged."  No matter how hard I try, I am always just a little bit off tilt.  The front of my car inevitably turns just slightly to the right or to the left.  And, parallel parking has been blackened right out of my personal dictionary.  I have tried every trick, every hack, every YouTube example and I cannot master it. Even after a hundred thousand little moves forward and little moves backward, I either end up with the nose of my car protruding or my back tires on the curb.
I have compassion for my fellow parking challenged sisters and brothers who try in a hundred thousand little ways to fit in and stay on the straight and narrow only to find that they are just slightly bent. 
I am thankful that God takes us just as we are and that his grace makes wide spaces so that we can correct our alignment. He goes before us and behind us so that we do not have to be stuck with our front bumpers exposed or tires on the curb.  We may not be parallel or perpendicular, but we are positioned. Positioned to be mobilized. Positioned to praise and serve God. Positioned to love others. And, when needed, to make room for someone else who has no where else to park.
Stop.

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  1. UnknownOctober 22, 2016 at 7:07 PM

    I love this! The grace of God's parking lot, positioned to be used. I'll think of this the next time I'm circling over and over, looking for a place to park. :)
    Peace.
    Patricia (FMF#31)

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