My very first car was a 1956 Oldsmobile. By no means was it a muscle car of the day. Unless, of course muscle means built like the proverbial Sherman tank.
I remember it hailed one day and the hail stones were as big as softballs. O.K., maybe not that big, but they were big. As I walked to the parking lot to survey the damage to my $75.00 car and as I saw all the other cars all dented up, I was feeling kind of low. Do you know that it must not have hailed in the 100 square feet in which my beloved car occupied? There wasn’t a dent on it! All around was plenty of evidence of a big hail storm, but my car sustained not a blemish. On the other hand, it was so big and strong, chances are the hail stones were injured!!
That vehicle served me well. Never mind that whenever I pulled into a gas station I would always fill the oil and check the gas. Yep---you read it right---I’d fill the oil and check the gas. J
The only problem with that car was that you needed a square mile to just turn it around. One day, I parallel parked with it and when I came back, the vehicle in front and behind had changed. The new ones left me no room to negotiate an exit. So, what did I do? Put my muscle car into low, gently moved forward, nuzzled up to the car bumper in front of me, and pushed him out of the way---GENTLY! Don’t worry, I didn’t even scratch his bumper. But I now wonder about his transmission.
Sometimes life is kind of like that. You just need to muscle, push your way through….sometimes ever so gently!
If you need more muscle in your life, call on Jesus to give you strength and He’ll just carry you through!!
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