Just West of Lake Ontario, our hazard lights blink-blink-blink as the freeway traffic rushes past us, sending the vehicles into small sideways rocking motions. The truck, whose engine has been whispering notions of discontent for the past few hundred miles, has acted like a toddler and erupted into a full-blown tantrum. We are perched like birds on the shoulder of the road.
HELP IS ON THE WAY
After an hour, CAA (Canadian’s version of AAA) arrives to tow our truck to a nearby Chevy dealer. It is left in front of the service department to be discovered on Monday when they reopen. Thankful for our second vehicle, we use our van to refuel at Tim Hortons, grabbing a coffee and Nutella filled croissant before we reenter the freeway and loop around to park once again behind our now-stranded RV.
Eight hours have come and gone since we first pulled to the side of the road. The sky has changed from blue to black and back again three times. Each rotation delivers a downpour of moisture from within its bowels.
Sipping on coffee and passing around the doughnut, we joke at our situation. We have been offered two gifts cloaked in unusual packaging. One: a chance to sit and do nothing. Two: the opportunity to kowtow* in submission to God’s provision. Both gifts are hard to obtain in our culture of progress and self-sufficiency.
While we wait for help to arrive and tow our RV to a nearby campground, we are reminded that sitting in quiet surrender often allows lessons to be learned that cannot be heard above the noise of progress. May God’s still small voice speak to us above the din and may you hear his whisper wherever your heart is parked today as well.
“Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10
kowtow-act in an excessively subservient manner: the opportunity to kowtow in submission to God’s provision.