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Out To Pastor
One important thing I have learned is that you don’t appreciate something until it’s missing. I’ve learned that by many things that I just took for granted.
Last week, for example, I had some problems with my truck, so I had to take it in for service. It took longer than expected, but that’s how life is.
I had a doctor’s appointment across town that day, and I wasn’t expecting my truck to be unavailable. I knew I would have to make different arrangements.
I had two choices. First, I could cancel my doctor’s appointment, but you know how that can be trying to reschedule the next appointment. Second, I could ask The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage if I could drive her sissy van across town to my doctor’s appointment.
I cannot tell you how hard I wrestled with that. I did not want to cancel my appointment, and I did not want to drive that sissy van. Sometimes, life offers you situations just like this. No matter your choice, it will not be the right one.
Finally, I put my pride in my back pocket and asked The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage if I could use her sissy van to go to my doctor’s appointment.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her smile like that. She said, “Of course, my dear. You can take my car and go to your doctor’s appointment.” Then she giggled. I hate it when she giggles.
Standing at the door with the keys in her hands, as I was going out, she handed them to me and said, “Drive safely.” Then, another one of her giggles.
I took the keys and thanked her for allowing me to use her sissy van. I looked at her with an artificial smile and said, “Thank you my dear. I promise I’ll drive safely.” Of course, I don’t know what that means.
The first chore I had with the sissy van was opening the door and getting inside. There was no way I was going to get inside that sissy van the way it was set. I had to push the seat back as far as it would go. Then I got in the seat behind the steering wheel, squishing my body as I got in.
No matter how far back I pushed the seat, my knees were still under my chin.
Next was the steering wheel. It took me 10 minutes to figure out how to adjust that steering wheel, and I still couldn’t get it to where it was comfortable for me to steer. I was beginning to remember the last time I was in the sissy van, and those weren’t such pleasant memories.
The next thing was the mirrors; the mirror inside the sissy van and the two mirrors outside on each side of the vehicle. It took me a while to figure out how to do that because it’s been a long time since I adjusted any mirrors in my vehicle.
I did have somewhat of a scare with the indoor mirror. As I adjusted it, a very scary face popped into view. I almost screamed, but then realized it was my face.
Finally, I got everything pretty close to normal and
