Pretty Park-y

Last Sunday, I arrived at church for second service before the first service people had begun leaving. The parking lot was crammed full of cars and I had two antsy little ones with me. My husband was working, so I did the best I could. I pulled in kind of sideways behind the middle row of parked cars. I didn't block anyone in, and I was reasonably close to the entrance. Problem Solved! 

Until we came out of second service. Suddenly, my brilliant solution looked like a crazy person, or someone at least under the influence, had parked my car. 

As I walked towards it, rather sheepishly, another congregant looked at it, looked back at me, and kind of laughed under his breath. 

"The parking lot was packed when I pulled in!" I tried to explain. "It  made sense at the time!"

"Oh yeah," he continued to half laugh back at me. "I was just wondering why everyone else wasn't doing it."

Okay. I had to laugh too. It was funny. And it looked ridiculous. 

But then I thought about all of the people I know who seem like their, ummm, "cars" have been "parked cockeyed" for one reason or another. I'm sure it made sense to them at the time. 

So, before you rant or rave and get disgusted by someone - or even laugh to poke fun at them - consider what the parking lot looked like when they left their car. 

Give grace. 

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