HOPEFULLY by the time this article comes to print, I will have my car back.
But, as I sit at the computer, typing away at the beginning of May, I’m not holding my breath.
From the window, I look out to the drive and there, sitting like a cuckoo in the nest, is yet another courtesy car.
When you have a courtesy car, all you would really like to do is to be able to drive it, surrounded by a reinforced cage to protect it from other road users.
When a car doesn’t belong to you and you have the care of it, you treat it very differently!
My own car sits (hopefully this will be ‘sat’) in a repair centre in Perth, awaiting a new door coming all the way from Japan.
There’s not a door to be had in the whole of the United Kingdom, I’ve been told.
‘Buy British next time’ is a slogan I am beginning to like more and more.
So, until things get back to normal, I am stuck with a courtesy car.
You just have to get on with it. I can’t wrap the car up in cotton wool just to keep it safe, just as I can’t wrap myself up in cotton wool either. None of us can.
We get on with living life and take what it throws at us, waiting to get back to some kind of normality.
My car is what is broken in my life; trivial, really, at the end of the day.
Cars can be fixed and no one was hurt. But people do hurt living life.
People often wish they could get some normality back in lives that have gone haywire.
Perhaps you’re suffering this morning over something that is concerning you?
It may not seem a bit deal to another person but, to you, it is taking up a whole lot of time and energy.
In one of her visions, Jesus said to Mother Julian of Norwich: “And all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
It didn’t mean everything would magically be made right, but that, whatever happened, you could trust God to be alongside you, helping you to cope and promising in one way or another to bring something good out of it.
The good that comes out of a situation we find ourselves in may not be the outcome we expect, but to know there is someone there, caring for us and wanting to mend the broken parts, is healing in itself.