The Trials of the Foolish.
“In my anguish I cried to the Lord, and He answered by setting me free.” – Psalm 118:5
“You know that you are blocking several vehicles?” she said in a shrill voice.
I bit my tongue and venom poured through my mind. The heat and lack of sleep was beginning to render me somewhere between agitation and madness. I let another walker explain the situation to the concerned woman.
Our RV had broken down in the middle of a parking lot. This was the second time we had broken down in the last 8 days. The worst part was that we were supposed to be in North Platte, Nebraska that evening for what was surely to be our most relaxing weekend of the summer.
The other walkers were getting visibly annoyed. I couldn’t blame them. Everything that could have gone wrong seemed like it had gone wrong. We were all exhausted and disheartened. We sat in the heat and waited while the dam of my emotions slowly burst into a torrent of silent expletives. I was as helpless as I was useless.
One of the walkers elected to try to start the RV once more. I suddenly realized that in my frustration I had entirely neglected to simply ask for what we needed. As the walker climbed into the driver’s seat I bowed my head and angrily asked for what we needed. The RV started immediately. My soul was at once laughter and I felt as foolish as a boy.