This weekend I was headed to Panama City Beach for the weekend with my best friend Mason. Mase and I can’t go to Walmart without something crazy happening so it is no surprise that a trip outside of Calhoun County would be full of shenanigans. Before we were even 30 minutes away from home, we redeemed coupons for free food at a fast food place. I was given the complete wrong order but ate it anyways. After two hours of driving, we stopped at a McDonald’s to use the restroom. We both were wearing tie-dye and pajama bottoms so McD’s was as classy an establishment as it was going to get. I dropped my wallet on the ground and several cards fell out. I picked them up and checked my wallet to make sure everything was there. I had everything except my license – my license was gone and I was driving my car. LOVELY. I quickly ordered a large iced coffee to help with my sudden state of panic. Mason and I tore apart my car looking for my license and found just about everything besides it. Being the worry filled person I am, I knew I had to get it replaced or I would panic all weekend. I asked my iPhone where the nearest DMV was. My iPhone alerted me that it was ten minutes away. I called the DMV and explained my situation—they said if I could get there before they closed in 15 minutes they could help me. In a panic, Mason and I ran into the DMV, in our pajamas. I had to go to the very back of the courthouse and go through metal detectors due to my lack of identification. I was freaking out thinking I was going to have to take the driving test again (I am sure I would fail under the pressure). I was instructed to stand in front of the blue curtain to snap a picture. I forgot to smile and was shaking from my nerves. I paid my beach food money for a new paper license. The day was saved. Mason asked to see my license and laughed for a good ten minutes about how bad the picture was. I was just happy to licensed again. Now every time I see my license, I will laugh really hard and…
Moral of the story?
I felt lost without my license. It may have been missing for months but I hadn’t realized it. Sometimes God is missing from our lives for months. Then we panic suddenly when we realize we need Him and call on Him. Guess what? He will answer. It is only by the grace of God that the Shelby County DMV was so close by at the exact time I needed those kind folks. Sometimes in life we feel lost. We feel like God is so far away and that we can never find Him again. Friends, He is always waiting right around the corner. Just like a license is security when driving, God is our security is a really scary world of unknown tomorrows.
Going on the World Race is SCARY. As times draws closer for me to go, I start to worry about all these little things that may go wrong GOD IS ALWAYS A PRAYER AWAY. He will provide even when you’re leaving behind everything you know for a year.
Each time I look at my Alabama License I will be reminded that God will take care of me, even when I feel lost and hopeless (the two worst feelings ever).
Catch me at the DMV,
How bout dat – Rox
