I realized yesterday while praying under a tree at my local park (gotta love those Celtic-Christian roots) that I am angry still about the car situation. I’m angry at the doctor who hit us and I’m really angry at the Lord because that car was supposed to be the answer to a prayer and it got taken away. I know there is probably some good reason for this (after all, I wouldn’t have walked away alive had it been any other car besides a Volvo) but I’m still frustrated because we loved that car.

Unlike Job, I really have no reason to be angry or to state my case in the way that he did. After all, I’m not sinless and I’ve done stupid things like run stop signs in the past. I’m just frustrated because it was OUR car that was totalled and not the doctor’s (you know… the one who could afford to replace it). We have a used one in California that we’re looking at but still… our old car was so good and about 90% of the car was OK. (The reason it was totalled: busted the radiator and engine block as well as bending the frame.)

This too shall pass but it’s hard right now…