Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Flat Tire

I found a flat tire on my car in a parking lot here in Florida.  Yuk.  Big nail in the tire.  Anyway, after the usual whining, and fear based response, I got it taken care of.  Made me think.  My soul has holes in it from bad habits, character defects and bad choices.  I need the wind of the Spirit to blow some sanity back into my soul.  I need to be God-filled.  I pray and get God-filled.  Then I mess up and get flat and deflated.  Become useless.  Back to prayer, being helpful and so on it goes.
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 5, 2014 at 6:38 AM

    Obviously not raised on a farm

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  2. AnonymousMarch 6, 2014 at 9:29 AM

    How can you decipher "not raised on a farm" ?

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  3. UnknownJune 5, 2014 at 12:48 PM

    What an insightful idea, Fr. Terry. Flat tires can indeed be a metaphor to feeling useless and deflated, especially when we are emotionally empty. Good thing that you had that flat tire fixed. Till your next post, Father! :D

    Bobby Ladson @ George Town Shell

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