Protection & Foundations

A couple of weeks ago I had a notification on my dash that my tire was low. Twenty PSI when it should have been more like forty. Well, I contacted my client and told her I was going to need to reschedule. I didn’t think being on the interstate was a very good idea that day.

My husband got home from work, looked it over, and aired it up. It still had air the next day, and I was off on the #FullTiltBoogie as usual. And I just kept going. . .

If I back up to two oil changes/tire rotations ago, I discussed my tires with the Service Dept Manager, Tyler. He assured me they were alright, but next time we’ll need to discuss them again. Next time rolled around, and he told me indeed the time was drawing nigh. Well, he didn’t word it that way. I thanked him, paid him, and went about my business.

Let’s be clear. I was aware that I was very soon going to need to drop some big money on tires.

So let’s go back to that 20 PSI warning. I drove and drove and drove, then suddenly, one day while driving down the highway, the notification came back up on my dash: 23 PSI. I still had a long way to go to pick up my son at my daughter’s house. By the time I got there it was 22 PSI. My son-in-law was home and aired it up for me. It had held air for ten days at this point. Slow leak? No biggie. Off I go!

The next morning I was exhausted and didn’t have any appointments. I worked from my phone and computer and stayed in my jammies. My kids and grandkids all came over. When my husband came home from work he said, “Your tire’s flat.” I was devastated that the day had come! I mean, last time it held for ten days! I walked into the garage to find that it was a different tire. Not cool. I had an appointment the next day 45 minutes away. This one couldn’t wait. And now neither could my tires.

I was screwed. Literally. One tire with a slow leak and another with a screw. The time had come. $$$$

When my husband and son took it off to patch it, they found that they were worse than we realized. I drive A LOT.

The patch held overnight, and my husband took my car the next morning for a whole new set. ($$$$) My daughter drove me to the appointment. We had all the boys, so we went out to eat and made a day of it.

Ahhhh…look at that tread, will ya!

My maiden voyage on my new tires felt like I was driving a whole new car. I couldn’t even believe the difference.

Some things occurred to me on that drive.

  • It’s easy to be complacent in our busyness and take things for granted.
  • Sometimes inconveniences in our lives are actually Divine Protection. You’d better believe I realized how badly things could have gone down out on the road.
  • I’m a Realtor and a homeowner. I know the importance of a good foundation and the dangers associated with a bad one.
  • I was experiencing how good it feels when the foundation of my car is solid and secure.

A scripture and a song came to mind; an old hymn…

“On Christ the Solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand”

24 “Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock. 25 Though the rain comes in torrents and the floodwaters rise and the winds beat against that house, it won’t collapse because it is built on bedrock. 26 But anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand. 27 When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash.”

When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash.”

Matthew 7:24-27 NLT

I’m so grateful to have been protected from my own foolishness by some annoying inconveniences. I’m so glad there was no “mighty crash” as a result. I’m so grateful for Divine Protection and a Solid Foundation.

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