Taking the higher road

There’s a spot on my car.  The back right bumper.  The paint has been scraped off.  It was a result of a mishap in a church parking lot.  Quite a few months ago now.

Every time I see that spot I make a decision. See, the spot is still there.  It was not repaired.  It was not fixed.  There was a lot going on at the time and the matter just got tucked aside.  Now it’s no longer worth bringing up.

But my decision?  I have to leave it tucked aside. Every time I see that spot I am reminded of the participants who were involved with the car incident.  And I think of their lives, their family and stop and say a prayer for them.

I have to put aside my own pride of driving a “tarnished” car that I didn’t make that way.  I have to put aside any rumblings of “it should have been dealt with properly.”  It’s hard taking the higher road. 

That’s how a lot of things seem to be in my life lately.  I am having to make a conscious choice to not let something fester that I could.  I like fairness, equality. I like everyone having to own up for their mistakes.  BUT that’s not reality.  So I make daily choices to choose the higher road.  And sometimes that just stinks!