Earlier this week, I dropped off my car to the dealership for an oil change and new headlight.  As I handed my key to the service manager, I thought I noticed him look at the mask I was wearing for COVID protection (both his and mine) with annoyance.  I just smiled under my mask and asked if the workers could wear masks inside my car, and if he could leave the windows open when they finished.  He replied, “yes ma’am,” and nothing more.  I confess that I said to my husband in his car, “well, I don’t care if he doesn’t like it that I wear a mask,” and mentally jumped to the conclusion that I had been judged.  Returning home, we did some chores, and in about an hour and said, pleasantly, that both headlights needed to be replaced.  I was a little surprised at his change and said yes.  Then, I lowered my defenses enough to allow the Holy Spirit to suggest perhaps I had been wrong:  maybe the manager had worked through his lunch time; maybe his feet hurt; or maybe he had someone who was sick.  I did listen to the Spirit- I think that’s called “being convicted of sin.”

               When we picked up my car, the man seemed to be happy to greet me and even pointed out that he’d had the technician park my car away from other cars.  I was sure that my meditation had not pleased the Lord, my Rock, and my Redeemer, and I repented-fast.