This time I will praise the Lord.
I did not pass my driving test… again.
I remember that story in Genesis, when Leah had her fourth child, Judah, and instead of her usual longing for her husband Jacob to love her because of having a child, she just praised the Lord and did not desire his husband. (Check out Genesis 29 for the story of how Leah was unloved, and she thought having children would make her husband love her more…)
Today I was not angry. I actually held my tears until I got out of the facility, and then I burst into tears. I have been angry for a while, but today I just want to praise the Lord.
When you take the driving test here in Japan, you get to ride with the person who is taking the test before you. (I am reserving the whole driver’s license blog for when I actually get my license, so just bear with my story for now.)
So I sat at the back of the car and watched the old man take his test. I saw mistakes from his driving. When he finished, the officer said he passed. I was super happy for him!
Then it was my turn, and the officer let me finish the whole course. I was really happy because I thought I did well, and I finished the course unlike the last two tests I had.
On my first test, the officer said I did not use the handbrake when we stopped on the hill, and he was not happy with my yield time. Then that was it. The second time, I was not driving 30km/hr on one area, and that was it for me. Today I finished the whole course. This test is nothing like what we have in the Philippines, so in other words, it is not easy. Everything was in Japanese and I was so proud of myself. I was hopeful!
The officer today was so kind; but he said I did not pass. My hopeful heart was crushed. With no interpreters, we had a heart to heart talk. He tried his best to use simple Japanese words so I could understand. “Janary san, You were 20km/hr on the three spots where you should be 30km/hr here, here, and there. You have to do everything to prepare for the turns but still be 30km/hr here and here and there.”
I always reasoned out in my head that 30km/hr is the max limit, I am not going over it on the roads that had it, and I was maneuvering to make turns and do the “dance” of looking at the rear view mirror, the side mirror, and the blind spot before sliding to either the right or left. You have to be really precise on this, and do the “dance.”
He said calmly and firmly that I should be 30km/hr on those three places. My tears started welling inside me. My sinful tendencies started to come up; in my head I was comparing myself to the old man that took the test before me and how he should have failed.
The test today, and the calm, fatherly voice of the officer made me see some “spiritual things” in my life. I started to think of our life and God’s mercy on us. I realized how this is like our life before God. No matter how we argue of our “rightness” before him, we fall short of His glory. We look at our life’s troubles and say we do not deserve this. That we are too good to be experiencing difficulties in this life. Then I thought of the officer passing the old man despite his shortcomings, which looked like “grace” to me- something not deserved.
Even in all our good works, and rightness, we fall short of God’s standards. But He is merciful, and He offers His abounding grace for our shortcomings.
I cried because I am starting to get tired of this, but I am still far away from the finish line. While my troubles are nothing compared to what others are going through, again, Romans 5:3-5 is such an encouragement. May it encourage you today too: