Puncture - Day 29

Yesterday I found a nail in the rear, driver side, tire of our trusty Tracer. It was placed perfectly to keep the air in and leakage out. I made this judgement based upon a thorough, yet brief, observation. The tire looked full and was not visibly low. Astute.

Today I took the car in to have the tire fixed. Of course, fixing was not possible. The whole tire had to be replaced. Something about the position of the puncture, the liability of the store, the alignment of the stars, and some obscure decision that either Mssrs. Bush or Clinton did, or did not, make in a timely manner. Now, I knew from my above mentioned observation that I could safely "get by" on the tire for some time without replacing it. The only question was, "How long is some time?" So, I bit the bullet and authorized the replacement (yes, Danny, it was a prorated).

It's day 29 of my "surprise me, God" faith journey. With one day to go I must admit that I've not been aware of any earth-shattering events or encounters. No thunderbolts from the blue. No life-altering "ah-ha"moments. But it has been useful to once again look into the "everyday" and see God's presence. And patience. And care.

It's not enough to go through life punctured, plugged, or simply "getting by." When I entered into relationship with Jesus, there was no quick fix. No patch. It was, is, and continues to be a renewing. Dropping aside the old and worn out. Putting on the new. A renewing not brought about by me, but by one greater. Replacing my woundedness with his healing. My incomplete with his whole. My punctured tire with his steel belted radials.

Anybody got a jack?