I came out of the bank only to discover that I had locked my keys in the car. I could see the keys sitting there on the driver’s seat but alas I could not reach them. Sigh. This was not good. I had to call my husband at work.
“Hi Derek, um…I locked my keys in the car and the spare set is at my mom’s house. (I had borrowed her car while she was on vacation.) Could you leave work for awhile and drive to our home to get my mom’s house key, then drive 25 mins north to my mom’s house to get her spare car keys and then drive 45 minutes south to this parking lot to unlock the car and then drive 30 minutes back to work? ….*wince*…. Please?”
Needless to say, he wasn’t thrilled at the idea and wasn’t sure when he could actually leave work to come rescue me. Nevertheless he promised to come and get me when he could.
As I waited for him, I became more and more anxious. I didn’t know how I was going to get out of this one. I had messed up; it was totally my fault. He had every right to be really mad. He could hang this over my head for years. I was worried.
I had gone for a long walk to pass the time. Eventually, I made it back to my car and I saw my husband was there to rescue me.
“Sorry,” I muttered sheepishly as he handed me the keys, but he didn’t respond. He climbed into his car without saying a word.
I turned to unlock my car only to see a long stemmed rose laid across the front seat. Attached to it, was a small note with the words “I love you,” in his handwriting. Tears filled my eyes as I peered around the parking lot to see if he was still there. He rolled up in his car right behind me and kindly uttered, “You’re welcome.” He drove off wearing the cutest grin I’ve ever seen. Apparently, He had arrived to the parking lot with enough time to place the rose onto the seat and re-lock my car.
This memory, from many years ago now, has always been such a beautiful picture of God’s grace.
Over and over, I mess up. I have to ask God yet again to come rescue me because I can’t fix it. Then after asking for his forgiveness and help, I cower away from Him awaiting wrath or fearing His annoyance with me. But in place of wrath and annoyance, I discover that God has once again gone before me, to meet me with grace. He not only forgives but treats me with kindness that I do not deserve (the very definition of grace). He then reassures me of His love for me. His grace is so kind, beautiful and undeserved. What a kind Saviour we have.
“But You Lord are a forgiving God, gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love. ” Nehemiah 4:17