God, you use all things for your plans. You are unashamedly good. Therefore, your good plans come out in the end no matter how oblivious I might be.
The first time the tire went flat it was no doubt a by-product of age and stress; things wear out over time and rocky terrain.
The second time it must be due to a faulty tire even after patching it up, must be the tube.
Another tube later, which I patch as well, has no excuse. I am getting all too good at removing and repairing back tires, a skill that is essential to any biker, but annoying all the same.
It's time to investigate in depth now, the source of the flat tires. The rim (who knows?) should be fine. My stereognotic finger tips told me there were no sharp points a whole tube ago. After careful examination, of the rubber tire, by lamp light mind you (gotta love apt lighting)...ah ha! a tiny metal sliver no longer than my finger nail is plucked out and shown around in all it's villainous glory.
How can something so small cause so much heartache, frustration, time, energy?
I wonder how often God asks the same question about my issues here in the world?
"God, I need a place to live for two months in this certain area." - Dori
"How can something so small cause so much heartache, frustration, time, energy?" - God
God is right.
You always are, Lord, you have promised to cloth me as you do the lilies of the field. I have hope for that part of my future. I trust you.
It's not easy at all, these intangible ideas of hope, trust, love, etc. They come if we ask the Father for sure. How they get here is not always so easy because we learn by doing, right? You want patience? Okay, wait for it...waaaiiiittt foooorrrr it. You need trust? Here, jump; I'll catch you....1-2-3, go! You need a new flavor of hope? Dream big on this 'little one'. Love? Easy, fall into my arms, let yourself go, rest in me.
[big sigh]
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