I can’t believe it, but it looks like spring has finally sprung. All the snow and ice is a memory. Flowers are starting to poke their heads out of the ground, peeking to see if it’s safe to bloom. I’ve seen robins all over the place.
But along with the signs of promise, I see the damage the weather has left behind too. The streets in my town look like a war zone. Driving my usual path to the library or post office has now become a test of my sight and reflexes. Yes, the pothole season in upon us.
Local TV and newspapers breathlessly report the phenomena like it’s the first time we’ve ever seen one. But it is a problem. Some are so large they are dubbed ‘car eating’ and ‘alignment killers.’
I know that the roads were constructed with care. Very talented engineers worked on the plans. But they are no match for the extremes of weather and water. A constant temperature, with little moisture, keeps the pavement flat and constant.
Well, I don’t live in a place like that.
My spirit doesn’t live in a place like that either. Breathed into me at birth, my spirit is strong and peaceful. It sure is easier to keep the peace when everything around me is the same way. But that’s not always the case.
Job losses, broken relationships and illness are just some of the examples of the ‘bad weather’ that I experience. All the emotions and strife shift and buckle my spiritual foundation. Pretty soon the craters start appearing. My soul is starting to look like a moonscape. I’m left wounded and empty.
I’ll see the holes and pull up the truck to fill them in. Not understanding that it’s the base layer that’s the issue, I start cramming each hole one by one. I try stuffing it with activities, busyness and distraction.
It helps for a while, but it never lasts very long. In the end, the patch is going to crack again. And I’m right back where I started.
In my town, sometimes the streets can’t be patched anymore. The blacktop has to be stripped and a preparation for a new substructure is evened and prepared.
It’s the same in my spirit. I have to go deeper than just a patch job. I have to get to the bottom of my soul and face the reasons for the erosion of my peace.
I know I can’t fix it myself. I have to invite the Master Builder to come and repair it for me. He is the Ultimate Restorer. And he’s never too busy to take my call.
Because of his extravagant love, he always makes good on his promises. “Every valley shall be filled in.” (Luke 3:5)
Now that my soul is strong and restored, and my potholes are a mere memory, I can start down the spiritual path again. With a strong and unified foundation, I am renewed.
I’m ready for the Lord to lead me.