Pet Peeves. I have very few. But one that does get my proverbial goat deals with the inside windshield of my car. When humidity causes the inside of my car window to fog up, my natural reaction use to be to wipe it with my hand so I could see. Doing so left smudge marks when the condensation dried. I learned how to adjust the air conditioning vent to quickly dry up the water.
Somehow, I never covered that lesson when I taught Makenzie how to drive. Sure enough, streaks and marks appeared on the inside of my windshield within days of her officially taking the wheel. Even when I made her aware of my injurious pet peeve, she still managed to sneak a swipe now and then like defiant Nemo touching the bottom of the boat (or “butt” if you’ve seen the movie).
Fast forward (or rewind) to a few weeks ago; after the accident that claimed Makenzie’s earthly life. It was a humid Houston morning. Like so many other mornings, I plopped down in my car, accidentally sloshing a few drops of steaming coffee onto the seat, and began thinking about the to-do list of my day. Inserting the key into the ignition, I started my car and looked up. There, on the humidified windshield were five thin finger marks, streaking from the center of the glass down to the dash-panel in a half-circled smudge. They were Makenzie’s. Fingerprints that told her tale of disobedience. Smudges that proclaimed her independence. But I didn’t care. I sat behind the wheel of my car, staring at the inside windshield, weeping uncontrollably.
They were (and still are) the last physical marks of my daughter and I vowed right there not to touch or clean them until driving safety required it. Pet peeve or not, Makenzie’s smudgs are symbols stating that sometimes, uncleanliness is next to godliness.
life changing links:
- Makenzie’s Celebration Service Online – Click Here
- Worship Service Tribute Video
- “I Dance For You My King” (Video: Makenzie’s song by Anthony Celia)
- “Image of Grace” (Video: Song written and played by Nathan Stocker)