Today started out so well...
I had a list. I was a Mom on a Mission. Armed with Notebook, checks and cash to deposit, bills to pay, prescriptions to pick up.
Ah, the pleasure of a day well planned.
(I said this the other day, when it was in my favor, but today although it wasn't in my favor, He was still in it.) But I digress.
I stopped at the military post to deposit some money so I could pay bills and then zipped over to my friend's house to see if she'd like to accompany me on the rest of my errands. It's so much fun sharing trips with a friend.
Checking things off, we got a new calendar, got a great sale on a new coat, had lattes and lunch, got glasses adjusted and headed home. Sweet!
On the way back to post, I got pulled over at the gate. My tabs were expired on my Suburban. Akk! I knew that! I had forgotten that! There was nothing I could do. I was sure I was facing a ticket, it was 16 days past due. Sure enough, 35 minutes later, I drove away with a $75 fine. The reason it was 35 minutes, (I know! That was a long time to sit!) the MP that was "helping" me, was having OJT, On the Job Training and his SGT was doing things "by the book" and they both kept stumbling around. (Get it right, Gents.)
Anyway, back to the "but God..." part of it all. You see, I could blame God for throwing crummy stuff my way, just when I thought they couldn't get any worse. Or I could try and figure out what I had done wrong to deserve this punishment. But when I look back on my day, God had nothing to do with the fact that I had forgotten to pay my registration. I don't have an excuse. I volunteer on Thursdays right across the parking lot from DOL. When we received the notice, we didn't have the money, but about two weeks ago, we had enough money to take care of it. But I didn't.
Consequences will get you every time. It isn't that God is heaping punishment for sinning. But there are consequences for sinning. Even unknown sin, (or forgotten sin, like misplacing a bill.)
It's taken care of now, I'm driving legally. And my Suburban is sporting a new sticker, and new clean shine. (I'm surprised the gate guard could even read the label through all the road grime.)