Over a long weekend I decided to make the trek from Chicago to the Twin cities for a much needed visit home. If you’ve ever driven this route you know that for a good four to five hours you’re driving through Wisconsin and there’s only trees and small towns. It’s about 8 o’clock, I’ve just filled up with gas, and then as I pull onto the highway I see my nemesis appear on the dash: the check engine light. Why must bad things happen to responsible drivers? Anyway, I have to admit that I’m still pretty naive when it comes to car knowledge. This is to say that the first thing I did was pull over and call my dad. I’ve recognized my ineptitude at deciphering car troubles but I know my dad will tell me what I need to know. In the middle of nowhere, still four hours from home, I was scared and needed the one who has more knowledge than me. I needed some assurance that everything would be all right.

Fast forward to the next Sunday morning as I sit in church: this small moment in my recent past quickly became a parable of how I ought to deal with real problems.

No, I’m not saying I need to call my father every time I have a problem, but I should be calling my Heavenly Father. I feel so aware of all the places where my own knowledge falls short, so why am I still not calling up God and asking for his help? Just as my dad is the expert when it comes to my car, God is the expert when it comes to literally everything! He won’t ever be out of service, feel too busy to take your call, or make you leave a message after the beep.

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7

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