I have had this thought on my mind for several weeks so here we go…hope it speaks to someone.
First, three seemingly unrelated scenes that float through this blonde brain every time I log yet another trip on the highways and byways of this grand country of ours.
1. When I was a kid we logged a lot of miles in the car…my parents were older when they had me so my dad retired while I was still pretty young. They loved to travel and we spent most summers on the road not to mention long trips to visit family members over the years.
While I, sadly, have forgotten most of the important stuff I learned as a child, any story of impending doom seemed to immediately get etched on my brain in the deepest trenches of my memory bank.
At one point on one of our many road trips, my mom casually mentioned how she had read about some kids dropping large rocks off of an overpass onto the interstate below.
She pointed out how awful that would be if it hit the windshield of a passing car.
From that moment and for the rest of my life, I have caught by breath as I scanned all approaching overpasses for any malevolent, rock throwing kids; mentally preparing to brake or swerve or meet Jesus.
2. Russ has always been so kind to provide me with a nice car to drive. And while I have been known to leave kleenex debris in the cupholder and coffee stains…E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E….and have, on multiple occasions, knicked the tires and scraped the rims by cutting a corner too close and grazing, if not flat out scaling the curb, I do try to take good care of the vehicles I am given.
So I was sick one day when I noticed little flecks of chipped paint on the hood of one car. I took it to our auto repair guy and asked what could have happened. He said it’s just normal wear and tear. Small rocks and gravel get kicked up on the highway and chip the paint.
which leads to …
3. What about those open-to-the-air trucks that are hauling real rock and gravel or other miscellaneous missile-type stuff…and sometimes pieces fly off just as you are passing the truck…and CRACK you hear it hit the windshield?
So there are the three scenes….each one resulting in damage…
one – premeditated….
one – just part of the nature of the road and moving vehicles…
and one – the negligence of someone that causes harm to someone else.
All have the potential to leave damage in their wake…whatever the motive of the perpetrator.
So here’s the deal…on this journey of life we are going to incur damage…
Sometimes evil drops rocks on us from out of nowhere…
Sometimes life just kicks up gravel and we get in the way…
Sometimes the careless actions of others end up leaving us with dents and cracks…
and sometimes…we cut corners and create our own self-damage…
But no matter the source, the solution is always the same.
Whatever the source of our hurting might be, the source of our healing is always found in Jesus Christ.
Draw close to Him and allow Him to minister to you, and trust Him to deal with the heart issues of those who have wounded you.
He is faithful and He is kind.
He is merciful and He is just.
He is interested in making you whole again and He will move heaven and earth to do so.
May God bless you as you lean into Him and allow Him to do what only He can do <3