Yesterday, I experienced my first flat tire. I was driving home from my college town to go work at the church in which I am an intern at in my home town and a loud ding came on in my car saying my tire pressure was low. I panicked. One might say I was stupid for doing this, but I had never dealt with anything like that before, much less on a two lane highway in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, my tires held up to get me home and to church…but when I walked out of church, it was flat..and not just kind of flat..like really really flat. My sweet daddy came and figured out I had ran over a nail..so he plugged the hole for a temporary fix, enough to get me home..but when we got home the problem just got worse, my tire would barely hold air in it and so we started thinking there could quite possibly be more than one nail. Funny, huh. One tiny nail can cause devastating consequences for not only a tire but for the car to function as a whole.
I couldn’t help but have a meltdown–over a flat tire. Shows how human I am, huh? This meltdown was the result of many “nails” in my own life, my own heart: wounds, stolen identity, unspoken words, spoken words..and all of these nail holes were filled with lies from the enemy..kind of like a temporary fix. But sometimes when we have held onto lies long enough they die hard. They hurt. But praise God for truth. I’m sure that nails don’t hurt a tire. Tires can’t feel things, but when something penetrates it..it looses everything it has inside, it’s melts into a pathetic pile of rubber. However: take it to discount tires and it gets fixed for free. Kind of like when we have nails in our lives, take them to the presence of God–He fixes us for free because ultimately, God paid for all of our nails to be fixed, for our wheels to be misaligned and flat when He sent Jesus to die on the cross for our sins. That means, whenever we have nails, whenever we feel empty and whenever we feel like we are going to fall apart, we can run into the arms of our beloved and just rest: because just like to be made whole again is free, so is to cry in Jesus’ arms-broken and falling apart- because He says come as you are. No masks, no temporary fixes. COME AS I AM. COME AS YOU ARE. He knows us. He loves us deeply. Plus, I’m learning that I would much rather fall apart in the arms of my King, then to fall apart and hope my flesh doesn’t fail me. So, for now: I’m getting rid of nails, its a process..a tough process: but I’m safe in the arms of the One who knit me together. I choose to trust Him. He is good..even if we get a flat.
“I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope. Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him.” Lamentations 3: 19-25