As I drove home a loud noise started and I could hear a scraping sound. I pulled over and looked under, sure enough there was this long assembly hanging down – turned out to be a bad weld.
Normally if something goes wrong with my car I pout, I cry, I have a little fit. It’s always been my pet peeve, translated security blanket, I have to feel safe in my car.
This time I calmly called the tow company, noticed I had pulled off into an ideal spot for the tow truck to hitch up, the weather was gorgeous, and my husband was on his way to help me unload my stuff.
I actually enjoyed the serenity of watching the breeze stir the leaves overhead, feel the warm sun, and acknowledge that I am safest when I am trusting God – not when I have a perfect running car.
“I will lie down and sleep in peace, for You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.” (Psalm 4:8 NIV)
A bad weld at manufacture had finally given way. A weld connects two parts so they can function as one piece and do their job. That’s supposed to be us with Jesus.
The Holy Spirit is our weld. “Having believed, you were marked in Him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit.” (Ephesians 1:13b NIV) When we allow Him to be our conduit to God, then the weld is good. But what about those times we try and go it on our own? Though His Spirit never leaves us we are acting as if we don’t need to be welded to Him. That would have been like me continuing to drive my car because it wasn’t really important those parts were welded on securely anyway.
I want more times when I calmly look and see that God is good – even when the world’s welds give way. “But whoever listens to me will live in safety and be at ease, without fear of harm.” (Proverbs 1:33 NIV)
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