Enough!
By Jamie, a Pirate Monk Author
Sometimes angels are 24 year old guys in a lifted truck smoking cigarettes. Who am I to judge what they do or how God uses them?
Okay, I guess you need some back story now. Firstly, I am not mechanically wired. You don't see me checking spark plugs or changing my own oil; not because I don't know how or am unwilling to learn...YouTube has taught me many things. I would just rather have people in my life I know and trust that are professionals to do that. Sometimes, this fact makes me feel like less of a man and I know that. Tonight was one of those nights, but I didn't overthink or dwell on that thought because I'm learning to only dwell on the thoughts and character of the Heavenly Father and He doesn't condemn me for not being mechanically inclined, so why should I?
Okay, now back to the smoking angels. My son calls me at 2:00 am and I'm in full REM at this point. He says,” I think I blew a tire!” So I start asking questions to assess the situation and determine if I need to be supportive over the phone or go meet him. I determine I need to go, so I throw yesterday's clothes on and head out the door. I race like a madman to the scene where I see my son attempting to get at his spare tire...did I mention I was in sandals? Don't judge... I was half asleep and footwear choice or grabbing tools was not high on my priority list. Told you...not wired that way!
Trying not to completely destroy the poorly managed stereo installation from the previous owner, we eventually get the spare tire out and all the tools "needed" for the job. I get out my heavy duty jack from the truck and a big chunk of wood to chalk the other back tire.
We start jacking the car and realize now in hindsight (again sleepy) I should have tried loosening the nuts first, because apparently the last time we had the tires serviced the tech over torqued the tires or we had some rust build up happen. I get some lubricant, spray the nuts...because I've seen this movie before. :) I try loosening the nuts again. I’m pulling so hard that I think I'm going to get a hernia. I’m standing on the wheel wrench! (I think that's the name of it...not googling now) and these nuts do not want to move. I'm out of ideas at this point because I don't have anything in my truck or at home that would help get these off. So, I do what manly men do...call AMA right? Not really, but that's what I did. As I'm calling, these two guys out of nowhere pull up and start talking to my son. He explains the situation and I quickly cancel with AMA because a neighbour or smoking angels in this case have come to our rescue!
Cue emasculation now!
I could stand there in a stoic man pose stroking my beard and say "You’re able to loosen the nuts because I loosened them first!” but in reality I know only two actually moved. In the end, these young guys helped us do what we couldn't, simply because we didn't have the tools needed...apparently steel toed boots!
All men need help at times. Either with tires, emotions, raising kids, loving their wife or even spending time with God. I think we just need to accept the help more willingly and honestly. That is especially true when the help is coming directly from God.
I am enough, when I trust Him enough....so the more I trust Him the better off I am.
It’s 3:35 am. I can hear birds outside and I'm going back to bed thanking God that He says,” I am enough!”
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