dented door, damaged pride

While on my way home from work today I was vainly contemplating what a good driver I am, and how long it's been since my last accident. Several minutes later I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up some decongestants. As soon as I opened my car door a giant gust of wind pulled the door out of my hand and slammed it into the car next to me, causing a good-size ding. I was mortified.

The lady who came out a minute or two later was amazingly gracious: "Oh, that's all right. You know, this car has lots of dents and scratches. It's going to need to be repainted at some point anyway..." etc. I didn't see any dents comparable to the one I had just inflicted.

I didn't put two and two together until I was back on the road heading home. God sure knows how to get our attention sometimes. I realized that I was taking credit for something I had no right to take credit for. So many Scriptures come to mind- "safety is of the Lord," "His mercies are new every morning," -and so quickly forgotten! Perhaps the new look of my door edge will help me remember.