First off, this season of my life has been tremendously difficult. No pity party, I’m good. Seriously. I fall more in love with Jesus every single day. I delight in God, the Holy Spirit speaks to me through scripture. I’m growing spiritually, I have two jobs, I get to carve out time to pour into high school students multiple times every week, I have a great family, and I have amazing friends.
I’m so happy that you now know so much about me! Enough of that.
Before today, I’ve never gotten a flat tire while driving. That’s low key one of my fears. Today, I was on the way home from job #1, going 70 mph down I20 straight to the house. Boom, “low tire pressure,” pops up on the dash. My first thought was, “It’s hot outside. This digital thingy doesn’t know what it’s talking about.” I’m reluctant to acknowledge the fact that I might have a flat tire. I’m thinking there is no way this is stopping me from getting home.
I finally realize that I might have a problem. I decided it would be a great decision to stop and check. And geez, was that thingy on the dash right; the front tire was completely FLAT! First, I had to figure out where the jack and tools were for me to swap out the old tire with the spare. I changed it. (By the way, this was in misirably-hot South Carolina weather.) I got back on the road and hesitantly made my way to get the tire repaired. The guys at the shop fixed the hole, making my ride ready to roll again. HA!
Think about this. You can’t fill up a tire that has a hole that hasn’t been repaired. If you do that how far do you expect to get? You can’t expect too much. You’ll start the vehicle, begin to move forward, and you’ll be limping along until your tire is inevitably depleted of air again.
I think this relates a lot to us and our hearts. Over the last few weeks I’ve noticed something, I’ve noticed how broken we are; the people around me, and myself. We accumulate these deep scars in our hearts. Following the scars, we put our heart in a box then lock it away and put a huge wall around it. I’ve always been a vulnerable person, but I’ve looked and there are some EMPTY people around me that just aren’t ready to reveal those scars and let them begin to heal. This includes myself at times. It isn’t safe, it isn’t fun. Putting a bandage over these wounds lets our joy leak.
There is a bigger story. The Gospel is clear.
God has given us Jesus. Jesus lived a perfect life. Jesus was beaten by hands that He gave power to, Jesus helped create the mouths that spit on Him. He was tortured and hung to die on a cross. Jesus could have stopped all of this, but He willingly gave up his life and 3 days later rose from the grave. Jesus defeated death and took upon himself the wrath of God that we surely deserved.
When we accept Jesus as our Savior, we have the opportunity to be healed, though the healing may take time, to have our hearts repaired and filled with the Holy Spirit. To absolutely love and serve God through Jesus. We can’t ignore the hole in our tire, we can’t ignore the hole in our heart. If we ignore the hole, our joy leaks, and we can’t fully rejoice in the life, death, and resurrection of our one true King, Jesus.
Horrible-sad things have happened to us in this broken world. We are foolish enough to not play the game to our advantage with the cheat code we’ve been given. That wall that we put around our heart isn’t a safe place, God is our safe place, Our Refuge.
Let your “flat tire” be repaired so that you can get back on the road. Lets stop ignoring the fact that we just might have a flat tire that is stopping us from reaching our full spiritual potential. Stopping us from fully rejoicing in Jesus. I’m not saying that there won’t be bumps in the road along the way. It’s not easy, it isn’t supposed to be. I am saying that having the hole in your heart repaired makes the ride a lot smoother. Be set apart and full.
“..Blessed are all those who take refuge in Him.” – Psalm 2:12