I got two tickets this week.
Well, that’s not exactly true. I almost got two tickets this week. The first one was when my daughter and I were on our way to WalMart. I didn’t think I was speeding. I honestly had no idea why I was being pulled over.
The officer approached my window, and I handed him my driver’s license. “What did I do wrong?” I asked.
“There is no inspection sticker on your car,” the man said. “May I see your proof of insurance, please?”
Oh, where is that insurance? Dear God, please let it be current. I found the paper, and it was current. Whew!
Then, he took my license and insurance information, went back to his car, and stayed for what seemed an eternity, while the most ridiculous thoughts raged through my mind.
What if I match the description of one of America’s Most Wanted?
What if my car matches the description of some other car that was involved in some . . . terrible crime?
What if I forgot to turn the oven off?
Finally, the man approached my window. “Ms. Brumbaugh, how are we going to fix this problem?” he asked.
I didn’t miss a beat. “You’re going to give me a warning, and I’m going to get my car inspected first thing tomorrow.”
The officer laughed. I liked this guy. I think.
“Yes, ma’am, that’s what I’m going to do,” he said. “But next time, you’ll get a ticket.”
Yes. I definitely liked this guy.
The next day, I drove right down and got my car inspected. After all, I want to be a good citizen, and good citizens always try very hard not to get tickets.
So you can imagine my dismay when, two days later, I got a real ticket. But this time, it wasn’t issued by a police officer. It was issued by the sanitation department.
It was trash day, and when I went to fetch my empty trash can from the side of the road, there it was. A little yellow-green ticket, flapping in the wind.
Well, technically, it wasn’t a ticket. More of a notice.
But it sure felt like a ticket.
I mean, what am I supposed to do with my extra garbage? Put it down my garbage disposal? No, I’d better not. Then I’d probably get a ticket from the water department.
So from now on, I will try to contain my trash within my trash can, so the lid will close completely. If you drive by my house and see me jumping up and down in our trash can, just wave. You’ll know I’m simply trying to be a good citizen.
I’m sure glad God doesn’t have a limit on what we can bring to Him. Can you imagine if He said, “Whoa there, your pile of heartache and worry is getting a little too high. I’ll take care of only this much, and you’ll have to handle the rest yourself.”
Boy, would I be in a heap o’ trouble.
But God is gracious, and His love and mercy are limitless. Any time I have a problem or a need, I can bring it to Him. He doesn’t even keep track! He just says, “Oh, I see you’re having a little trouble there. Let me take that for you.”
He doesn’t make me jump up and down on my troubles to make them appear smaller. He takes them just as they are. He doesn’t give me a ticket, or charge extra.
And He even replaces all my garbage with His peace.
“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you,” 1 Peter 5:7.