We have an older model minivan, and the older it has gotten the bells and whistles that we so appreciated when we first purchased it have ceased to work. Case in point, the electric window function. The first day we noticed it wasn’t working properly was at a drive thru and we were unable to get our window down to receive our order, much to the amusement of the teenage girl working the window, who laughingly handed it to our ten year old son now standing outside. So much for not service walk-ups.
It was one of the first chilly mornings of September when I noticed I wasn’t able to see out of the driver side window. I did the sensible thing and rolled down the window. Unfortunately, in the cool of the morning it wouldn’t roll back up. When your going 50 mph down the road on a chilly morning, an event such as this is not appreciated. Needless to say, despite the cold infusing our van our boys found it hysterical that mom was trying to warm her entire body using the seat warmer alone.
I, however, was trying to rectify the situation. I kept pushing the button every few seconds in my attempt to close the window. All the way to school I did this, only achieving the equivalent of a millimeter’s worth of progress. The boys were still laughing as I dropped them off and headed home, once more frantically pushing the window’s button.
I was cold and frustrated and began to beseech the Lord to send His window angels to my rescue. Instead, I received a lesson that was both humorous and reflective. The Lord spoke to me in my despair and told me to stop pushing the button for the next few minutes and wait. Now for an impatient, cold me, that seemed a huge request, but I obeyed.
A few minutes later, I once again pushed the button, and the window went up about three inches – progress! The Lord again told me to wait, and several miles later another four inches went up. We repeated this progress several times until once I arrived home, my goal had been reached – the window was up!
In His still small voice, the Lord explained that rather than being impatient and constantly pushing buttons that in the long run would have no affect, I needed to wait, only occasionally pushing so that I would be effective in accomplishing my goal. This applied not only to my window, but to life and relationships as well. Whether as a wife, mom, friend, or pastor, I needed to not get so impatient. After all, it wasn’t accomplishing a thing! Waiting and expending a little loving effort is far better than becoming emotionally upset.
Now, I know I’m not the only one. You, too, have some proverbial broken car window that you keep pushing the button on. Can I suggest that you, too, wait just a little while and rest – even if you’re facing a cold wind? Eventually things will warm up, if you’ll just be patient. Just a little bit, can go a very long way when you choose to wait.