“The Less I Understand” by Geraldine Guadagno

9OdCcuk5SPy3BkEB3H1Y_Javier Calvo 010_grandeAll the warning lights suddenly turned on. Then the engine died. Heart thudding, I stared at the glowing dashboard.

“God, what’s going on?” I said. “I don’t understand.” I rarely drive at night, but that Tuesday evening I had an important meeting at our church. Now, it was 9 p.m., and I coasted downhill, steering the car toward the shoulder of a two-lane highway with a speed limit of 60 miles per hour. My trembling fingers hit the hazard lights. As I parked near the guardrail, I prayed, “Lord, please keep me safe.” Then I picked up my cell phone and called home. My husband came to my rescue. Strangers even stopped to ask if we needed help. Finally, the tow truck arrived. I thanked God for answering my prayer and chalked it up to “one of those things.” I had no idea then that it was only the beginning.

The less I understand it, the more it is the plan of God.

Our formerly reliable car was in the shop on Wednesday, but the mechanics had no time to look at it. They promised to call me Thursday morning. That Thursday morning, a front blew in with 30˚F temperatures and torrential Texas rain. I was happy to be home and indoors. Then, suddenly, an alarm rang. I peered out of the TV room window and cringed. A red light on the septic tank glared through the gray downpour. After throwing on my coat and old sneakers, I slogged through soaked mulch and switched off the alarm. Shivering, I called our septic man, who had declared the system “perfect” just a few weeks before. His truck was in the shop, too. So he phoned a colleague for me.

While I waited for this colleague, my cousin Grace called from California. She said, “Our cousin Dana is in the ICU with pneumonia.” My stomach flipped. Just last month, Dana had turned 65, retired and moved in with her elderly parents to take care of them

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Author’s Note:  At some time in my life, my sister said, “If He takes you to it, He’ll get you through it.” This zoomed into my memory bank, and I picture Geraldine adopting this saying, as well. But when transportation issues, home repair issues and health issues crash in, and all within three days, you have to shift your spiritual trust into overdrive for some relief. Geraldine’s profound knowledge of the Bible and her faith can swiftly conjure up thoughts of Jesus healing followers with transportation, home repair and health issues. Her story is my story, and undoubtedly your story as well. We all have a bad day, or two, or three.  Follow Geraldine’s example. Lift your suffering to Jesus. Imagine that it feels like a nice, hot shower or the first 10 minutes soaking in a tub.

Biblical Note:  Whom have I in heaven but you? I desire you more than anything on earth.  My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; he is mine forever.  Psalm 73: 25-26 (NLT) 

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