Yesterday, I drove to Cheverly to play Scrabble with Marg . . . but I almost didn't make it. I got incredibly turned around on Maryland's twisted back roads and thus had to give her a call:
RMH: Hello? Are you here?
Me: Hey, friend. I'm lost.
RMH: REALLY? HOORAY!
Me: What?
RMH: Well, I'm not glad that you're lost. But the first time I tried to drive to Cheverly I was lost for over an hour. I'm so glad it's not just me!
Me: Hmm. [pause] Well I'm still lost, so can you give me directions?
The exchange made me laugh, but it also reminded me of one of my favorite bits of the Bible:
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows. If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer. And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort. -2 Corinthians 1:3-7
(In case you're wondering, I lost our Scrabble battle by over 50 points and it was very humbling. Sympathy, please!)
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