On my way to visit a friend in Georgia, I realized I forgot my toothbrush, so I pulled into a drugstore to buy a new pink one because that always makes me happy. It’s the little details that make life good, right?
Dodging big city traffic, I searched for a parking spot in the unfamiliar lot and turned right too soon, which my husband always fusses at me for doing, and may have gently-barely bumped a cement curb.
By the time I drove home to Alabama a few days later, the car was a bit wobbly, but when I peeked underneath, everything looked fine, so I figured it would all eventually pop back into place, like our backs do when we reach a certain age (so I’ve heard).
A day or two later, we were on our way to a fabulous party, or to Sonic, I can’t really remember, and Bob hopped behind the wheel of my car. We had only driven about ten feet when he slammed on the brakes and said a more colorful and stronger version of, “Wow, my precious darling! What in the world is that noise? Did you hit something?”
“Well . . .” I started. “You know how many potholes there are in Atlanta. I may have hit one of those on the way home” (a true statement). He cleverly avoided my gaze, because he’s experienced the power of my eye trick, taught to me by generations of Southern women and perfected by studying the snake on The Jungle Book.
Then I whispered, “They really should fix those roads. — Humph! Georgia!”
He pulled back into the driveway and said with his really awesome deep voice, “Leslie Anne, you know you’re eventually going to tell me the truth, so you may as well tell me now.”
Bob knows my weakness is being too honest and I can’t really hold a fib in very long. Believe me, I’ve tried. (Don’t ever tell me about a surprise party). I kind of admire real liars for their crafty steadfastness. He knew the truth would ultimately tumble out but didn’t want to wait.
I began with the part about forgetting the toothbrush, mentioned the ill-placed curb, may or may not have blamed a Georgia Tech engineer, and ended with, “they didn’t even have pink. I had to settle for green. Who in the world would brush their teeth with a green toothbrush?”
The next day, Bob gave up his time to have my car fixed, which turned out to be both a damaged tire and a bent wheel. Just to keep me safe, he had them install not one, but four new tires. My car drove like a magic carpet.
Husbands are supposed to love their wives like Christ loved his earthly body of believers — the church. And when this is put into action, it demonstrates abundant, overflowing grace.
God knows our weaknesses, yet encourages us to stick with what is true, noble, right, pure and lovely. Even though we’re guilty of wrongdoing, when we deserve wrath, He offers grace and forgiveness. When we need one tire, God gives us four. Overflowing with bountiful love, God reaches down and takes care of our mess. And when someone on earth loves you that way, it’s an amazing thing that makes life feel well balanced.
This story first appeared on AL.com and in the Mobile Press-Register, Birmingham News and Huntsville Times.