Girls Without Shoes

February 27, 2009

Jesus In The Car Wash

Filed under: non-fiction,Uncategorized — girlswithoutshoes @ 12:59 am

I think I found Jesus in the Car wash this morning!   Not in the physical nature, but spiritual.  I was driving my Mom to Granny Daycare and decided to make a side stop on the way to the car wash.

The car was loaded with blackish grime, totally gross.  I did not have the time nor the bucks to go really, but did.  A girl can only stand to go so long without lipstick, a salon visit or a car wash .

I thought it was necessary it to get it washed now, even though it made me later for work.  Good thing, I have a flexible job as a princess.

I paid the $7.00, it was ladies day, thank you God!  Since I had saved , I was able to “size it up a notch” to add wax for another $1.00.  Deal in these tough times.

After paying and getting the pre spray which I desperately needed, I turned the radio up so my Mom could listen to her Christian Radio Station while we drove through the car wash.   Silly, the kid in me comes out in the car wash.  I always think back to the times I went through the car wash with my brother as a child.  We made quite an adventure out of it for sure.

For some reason, I thought that my Mom would secretly like it also.  She doesn’t get out much these days, can hardly walk, and doesn’t have the patience to sit in the car, as it causes her pain in her joints etc, so only necessary trips are made.   You can never tell what she will like as it depends on her mental state at the time, or at the particular minute, as she has issues in that area.

Today was a good day as we went through, listening to her favorite preacher man, Charles Stanley.  He was on quite a roll as the big monster brushes and mops came at us with lots of soap and lots of noise.

I turned up the radio and leaned back and listened and sighed.  A good cup of coffee would have been great too I thought as I relaxed on the ride through.

As I listened to the Preacher speak, I thought about how similar our relationship with Christ is as he washes our sins away, like the car wash washed the grime away.  As the soap hit the windshield,  I felt a burden lift, a stress over my dirty car, symbolizing my chaotic life.  Similarly, I felt my life worries that have been haunting me heavily lately lift as I let God’s love speak to me through the man on the radio.

As we came out , I turned to look at my  Mom and she gave me a smile.  It was the best $8.00 I ever spent.  Amen Sisters!


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