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The other day I approached an intersection and heard a loud flapping sound. I pulled up next to a six-wheeled pickup truck that had a tire cage in the bed and was hauling new tires. I looked over at the truck and noticed one of his inside tires was blown and the rubber was pounding against the pavement.
We continued down the road. I found it amusing that this truck had a blown tire and he’s hauling around a hundred tires in the back of his truck. He had everything he needed to fix the flat, but never stopped to use it. He drove on because he could. He still had five good tires, but no doubt the ride wasn’t as smooth, enjoyable or efficient.
Often times, we walk around this earth hurt, unfulfilled, attacked or spiritually drained. God has given us everything we need only we never tap into it. We continue on because we can, only we aren’t happy or content.
Do you have a tire blown and you just keep driving using the other five wheels. This leads to a mediocre life. Pull over. Change it. Look up and use the tools God has given us. His Word. Pray. Believe. Trust in Him. He came so we may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance. John 10:10
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I was recently at a meeting with a lot of senior ministers, children’s ministers, youth ministers, and music ministers. My feelings of inadequacy began to rise. Thoughts invaded my head. I’m not smart enough. I don’t know the Bible as well as them. I’m not spiritual enough. Those thoughts and feelings make me sit quietly even when I feel the spirit prompting me to speak.
I left the first day of the two day meeting frustrated with myself. I’ve prayed about this feeling of inadequacy for years. As I drove home, I cried out to God, “When am I going to have a breakthrough. Am I always going to feel this way? When will I get over it? Why does this continue to haunt me? Will I always walk around with this not good enough feeling?”
I asked over and over again when my breakthrough was going to happen but heard no answer. I decided I needed some music so I flipped on the radio. The first words I heard were…Say what you wanna say and let the words fall out. Honestly, I wanna see you be brave. I just wanna see you, I just wanna see you, I just wanna see you be brave. (Brave by Sara Bareilles) I realize the song is talking about something totally different but it was as if the words were coming directly from God’s mouth. Everybody’s been there, everybody’s been stared down by the enemy, fallen for the fear and done some disappearing…bow down to the Mighty, don’t run…I just wanna see you be brave.
It doesn’t matter if we feel inadequate. The question is, do we trust God to equip us to do the job He has called us to do? When we’re weak, He is strong. Do it afraid. He just wants us to be brave. He wants to see it. Show Me how big your brave is.
Last Friday my oldest daughter fell at college and broke her ankle really bad. I mean, really bad. Two broken bones, plus two fractures in the fibula, and dislocated it. Because it happened Friday afternoon, they told us she would have to wait until the morning for surgery.
We got her admitted to the hospital and waited for the doctor to approve pain meds. She was in a lot of pain. I think it was more painful because it was dislocated. After a horribly painful night mixed with tears and morphine, the nurse came in and explained how the Ortho Surgeon planned his day. He would rate the breaks and then do surgery accordingly, worse goes first and so on. We didn’t want my daughters to be the worst but we sure wanted her in there getting operated on first.
The PA came in, checked things out, explained how it would work then left. The nurse came back in and asked if he told us the order of the surgeries. Since he didn’t, she explained that the surgeon was going to do a hip replacement first. Then it was she wasn’t sure who was next. It was between my daughter and a little girl next door who had a pretty bad brake on her elbow.
My daughter, although still in excruciating pain, looked up at the nurse and she said, “You know, you can give me more pain meds and go ahead and let the little girl go first.”
Tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t believe that she was willing to sacrifice, to lay in excruciating pain longer so this little girl, this total stranger, could go into surgery first. I wanted to scream no, take my baby first but I didn’t. Instead I stood by, a proud mom.
They took my daughter next. Doctors go by worse case not sacrifice. But my daughter showed what true sacrifice it. Her willingness to endure more pain to help a total stranger reminded me of Jesus and His ultimate sacrifice.
He knew the pain He was going to go through on the cross, yet, He was willing to do it anyway. Jesus knew us, my daughter didn’t know this little girl, but she was willing to take the pain longer so this little girl didn’t have to suffer anymore. Amazing.
As we go through our daily lives, let’s keep our eyes open and see who we can be Jesus to others.
I am a football fan and I must admit it was pretty cool to watch my son play. When he was nine, actually nine years ago, I wrote this:
The High School football coach was the umpire and the dad’s volunteered for the chain gang, which meant he moved the chains for the yardage, which gave him a front row, center seat to watch the game.
My son made some good yards and some good tackles. He played the entire game on both offense and defense. He and two other kids, the two coaches kids, were the only ones never rotated out. They won, 12-0. They scored a total of five touchdowns but because of penalties the other three didn’t count.
Later that night we were talking about the game. My son had had a blast even though he said he was disappointed because he didn’t score. He did some great fakes and blocks so his teammates could score. I said to him, “Instead of running down the middle of the field, maybe you should run around the defenders and run down the sideline then you wouldn’t get tackled as much and could maybe score.”
My son said, “Mom, don’t do this. The coach said I’m a big kid with power. I’m supposed to run right through the defenders.” He went on to say, “Like Priest Holmes on the Chiefs, he sometimes breaks through and makes the big plays but every yard counts and the coach says that five or six yards a play is just as important as a break away.”
Who was I to give advice? I am just a mother and a fan. My son knew he was supposed to listen to his coach.
Through my son’s simple statement God spoke wonders to my heart.
He said, “Dana, who do you listen to? The fans or the Coach? Yes, others may love you dearly but they are fallible. Listen to Me. Read My word. Follow My instructions.”
Then He went on to say, “Some of us are destined for the break away plays but it’s the steady five or six yards we gain daily that will, in the end, win us the game.”