OK, enough whining already!

Several years ago, my wife and I were on vacation at a small coastal town in NSW. This was early on in my new Christian experience and on a Sabbath afternoon, for a few hours, I had been letter-boxing surplus Signs magazines from the local church. After sunset I was checking our car's oil level (our old Volvo apparently thought oil was for burning along with the fuel). The dipstick handle had broken off long before so I had to hold the handle onto the dipstick when putting it in the tube so I could get an accurate oil level. Wouldn't you know it, I dropped the handle into the dark recesses of the engine bay. It was pitch-dark and I didn't have a torch with me so had no chance of finding it short of blindly groping around in the engine bay; not a great option. At this point, after hours traipsing around the neighbourhood, I  was rather miffed at this inconvenience and just wanted to have my dinner. As one does, I started whining and whinging to God that after all the work I had done for Him that day the least He could do is not let something like this happen. After all, it wasn't fair, was it, that His faithful worker should have to put up with this? Well, guess what happened next. About 20 seconds into my childish tantrum I heard a faint clattering and clunk from the engine bay. I was impressed to look underneath the car and, sure enough, there it was on the ground. I had not touched the car. OK, it might have been teetering on an edge or slowly sliding down a slope or through an oily gap or whatever, but what are the odds? Call it a coincidence; most will. I know, however, that it wasn't.
I've long since matured as a Christian and wouldn't behave like that now. I now look back, however, with fondness and joy, at the many instances when God would feed me these little morsels of spiritual baby food in order that I might grow in faith and trust and, eventually, walk by that faith and trust and not by sight.
I'm not there yet, however we're working on it.

Still going...just. Now with my son. New dipstick, to be sure.

Still going...just. Now with my son. New dipstick, to be sure.