Going My Way?

For our anniversary, my husband and I decided to travel outside Canada. We spent months getting our passports in order and making sure we had all the right documentation. My husband, Lyle, is Canadian, but I am a U.S. citizen with landed immigrant status, which allows me to live, work (and pay taxes) in Canada.

When my new American passport arrived with a picture reminiscent of Phyllis Diller, Lyle drove me to the Canadian consulate to have it stamped.

“I’ll pick you up in forty-five minutes,” he said, as he dropped me off across the street from the consulate, “I’ll drive by, and you can jump in.”

Finding the right department at the consulate and getting my passport stamped took most of my forty-five minutes. I rushed outside, crossed the street, and spotted our gold Lincoln coming my way. I began waving frantically, but he just drove by. Fortunately, as he neared the light, it turned red.

Sprinting into the four-lane street in my three-inch heels, praying the light would not change as I made my final charge. I jerked open the car door and breathlessly jumped in. Fumbling for my seat belt, I looked up into the horrified face of the driver who was not my husband. By now, the light had changed to green and we just sat there. “Am I being carjacked?” He asked. 

I let go of my seat belt, said my apologies, and assured him  it was a mistake. I was not a carjacker!  I jumped out just in time to see my husband drive up. He had seen the whole escapade, and was driving like a wild man in case he had to rescue me.

“What on earth are you doing?  Don’t you know what our car looks like?”  He said. All I could do was laugh. My knight in shining armor was clearly shaken, and the poor man in the other car will most likely never drive his car again without having the doors locked.

Lyle said, “I owe all my gray hair to you.”  I wonder why!     

Lately I have many days when no matter how hard I try nothing works out. However, when life happens, I try to remember,

Psalm 16:8

“I have set the Lord always before me.

Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.”          

I am so glad God never judges me on how I live my life. He looks at my heart and knows when I have tried to do my best for Him. That is all He will ever ask.

I have often said if I wasn’t laughing, I would be crying. In this journey of life, I would like to love and laugh more and enjoy the ride. God has given me the freedom to be me, blonde, quirky, and flawed. I do not need to be superwoman, I have a super God. ©

Lovingly, Karan

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Do you ever feel the pressures of expectations to be a Super Woman?

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