Whenever you've heard the letters D...M....V... called out, I am sure you have learned to cringe. I mean forget the verse above....we have grumbled & even welcomed commiseration regarding our experiences there. If it wasn't from the excessively long lines, to the waiting in them only to find out you have to leave and come back because they required something that you didn't have in your carefully and thought out stack of documents ( I know,I know...run on.........). If that wasn't enough the person who handled or possibly mishandled you seemed to always be in the worst of moods and didn't have time or patience to deal with you today.
So needless to say when we have to get a new license, new registration, purchase tags....or lands you a place in the DMV always seem to be lack luster, and more a penalty than blessing. But today something amazing happened at my local DMV..............
On my lunch I ran to take my (OH my goodness she's old enough to drive.) teenage daughter to go get her physical license and what ensued I never saw coming. MOTEL 6 has a company motto that goes: "We'll leave the light on for you..." and as a believer we are called to be lights (Phil.2:15) (also check out Eph. 5:7-9, and 1Thess.5:4-6). Sometimes I am certain we have all doubted whether our "LIGHTS" were on, or hoping that when we did or said....it didn't deter someone from knowing our getting to know our LORD...but today I was sideswiped and or T-boned that mine was. While waiting for daughter to get her paperwork processed so that she could get her drivers license one of the workers full-on engaged me in spiritual conversation. From asking do I believe in miracles, and .................then this lead to what church do I go to, to .....I'm looking for a new church.
Folks I can't make this stuff up....how does this happen. NO, I wasn't wearing one of our t-shirts proclaiming.............Is Kind of a Big Deal, or anything of the sort. I was dressed in work khakis, a sweater vest, and tie. Let's not forget.....IT'S NOT ABOUT ME, my daughter is the one they are serving. Aside from the usual comment of how much we stunningly resemble each other they had little to no reason to talk to me. But somehow they felt comfortable, as well to some degree, asking me certain things that led to a conversation that result in the exchange of church information, and a few CDs that I keep next to my emergency roadside kit in my truck.
#LGLP365 #YOUAREWORTHYTOBEPRAISEDandADORED
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