Last Friday we were coming home from an afternoon at the lake when I pulled up to park the van in the garage. I noticed that one of the kids scooters had not been put away properly. I was worried that I might drive over it so I asked Evan to hop out and move it. After he did, I drove forward to park in my spot when all of a sudden I heard a loud *BAM* – not the kind of sound that one wants to hear when they are diving. Cringe. I turn my head and saw that our sliding door had hit the garage door frame. Evan hadn’t closed it when he hopped out, and I hadn’t checked to make sure that it was closed. Nooooo!

My mistake had cost us dearly. The automatic sliding door was now broken.

This could not have come at a worse time. We just don’t have any extra to be able to cover a car repair. I was so mad at myself for being so absentminded. It would have taken 2 seconds to turn around to make sure that the door was closed. Why oh why didn’t I check that? 

The next morning, as I sat at the dealership waiting to hear what my mistake would cost us, I flipped open my bible. This is what I read:

“In my distress I called to the Lord, and he answered me.
From deep in the realm of the dead I called for help, and you listened to my cry.”
Jonah 2: 2

And in that moment I wrestled. I was certainly feeling distressed…..but did I believe that He would answer me?