I hastily buckled in Prince Charming, jumped in the driver's seat, and threw the car into reverse.
Instantly, I knew I had done something really, really stupid. Something you can't just say, "oops" and then forget about.
You know, it's always wise to wait for the garage door to finish opening before you try to exit the garage.
As I inspected the damage, the door was off the track, looked slightly mangled and required a lot of effort just to get it up enough so I could back the car out. There was nothing more I could do, and had to drive away, leaving the door wide open because it would no longer close.
Driving to the school, all I could think about was how stupid I had been, of how much money I had probably just cost us, and I cringed, knowing I needed to call my husband and confess before he beat me home and saw the mangled door.
So of course, I did what any sane, grown-up woman would do- I called my mama. : )
Unfortunately, she wasn't home, and my Dad answered instead. And he was NO HELP AT ALL! He chuckled unsympathetically, and quite cynically, and said,
"Oh man, he is going to be so mad at you! He isn't going to be happy at all!"
Thanks, Dad. Just the encouragement I needed.
Unable to postpone the inevitable any loner, I parked in the school parking lot, and dialed my cell phone. And you know what?
Instead of condemning me or expressing the anger I was sure was due to me, King Charming said, "It's OK. I'll check it out when I get home."
At home, he whistled while he worked on the garage door, getting it back on track. Then he walked in the kitchen, gave me a kiss and hug and said, "Well, it works again." Then he winked and said, "And the big bulge in the door gives it character."
I couldn't believe the difference between the reaction I anticipated receiving and the mercy and grace he showed me instead.
I was given MERCY.
The definition of mercy is NOT getting what you do deserve.
I was shown GRACE.
The definition of grace is getting what you DON'T deserve.
I thought of how this little melodrama that unfolded here Wednesday afternoon was a picture of how Jesus treats me- forgiving me, taking my punishment upon Himself to show me mercy, and loving me with a grace that I do not deserve.
This whole thing made me thankful, and humble. LOL.
Don't they say that people want houses with character? Mine has some now. : )
Happy Friday All!