Godly justice

Yesterday, after a long day at work, I drove through the alley behind my house to discover a car was parked in my space. I was confused. I pulled into my neighbor's empty space. I checked around to see if someone was visiting a neighbor, but no one else was home. My confusion turned to annoyance and frustration.

I decided to write a note with my phone number, since I parked behind the car. I wanted justice. I did not want a vicious confrontation, but this person needed to realize that her actions affected someone else.

Waiting for the phone call was tense. Finally, the phone rang with the awkward plea for me to move my car. She intended a quick trip that lasted longer than anticipated. I said next time...pause...well, you have my number so just call me to let me know. I moved my car; she moved hers and then waited for me to park. She was relieved that I offered my spot, if I wasn't home. Her name is Christine. She may call today or Tuesday if I'm not home to use my parking space.

Only God could have orchestrated justice and redemption in the same day.