I was getting ready in my bedroom yesterday morning around 6:30am, when I heard a loud “WHAM! SCREACHHHH!” I ran to the window, parted the shutters, and witnessed our teenage neighbor exit his Jeep, examine the back of the vehicle, shrug his shoulders, and then speed away down the street.
Fast forward an hour and a half:
The girls and I were backing out of the driveway, when I saw the victim of his crash: our electrical box. Not only had it completely cracked open, but it was about 6 feet from its original position. Tire tracks leaving evidence all over our grass (or what used to be grass).
I’m 90% sure the neighbor will not confess to this accident, I hope I’m wrong, but the last couple of years as their neighbor would support my prediction.
I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw the yard and the electrical box, so of course both girls asked, “Mommy, what’s the matter??”
Hmm….how to handle this honestly, but gracefully…
“Well girls, Tony hit our electrical box this morning when he was leaving for school.”
“What?? Why would he do that?” Lucy asked.
“I’m sure it was an accident, hopefully he will do the right thing and come to tell us later,” I said.
“Jesus would want him to tell us,” Lucy remarked with confidence.
“Yeah, you’re right, he would, but I’m not sure that Tony knows Jesus girls.”
“Mommy, everybody knows Jesus!” Abby exclaimed.
Oh, sweet Abby Jean.
“Well, Abs, actually, a lot of people don’t know Jesus. That’s why we talk about being the salt and the light, so that other people will want to know Him.”
There was silence in the backseat…pretty much the rest of the way to school.
God, help me not to assume that those around me know and love you. I hope with all of my heart that they do, but help me to live in such a way that people become curious about the heart of their Heavenly Father.