A few days ago, I went to the gas station to put air in my tire. I was excited because this gas station is right off the highway and usually super busy. There is usually a line to get air. When I pulled up, there were no cars in the spot. I thought I had gotten lucky. There was no sign on the air machine that said it was broken, like there was last month. So I parked the car, turned on the machine, and the indicator light came on showing that it was working. I put my hand in front of the pump and felt the air flowing. These were all good signs. Just as I was about to take the cap off of my tire valve, I noticed that the needle in the air pump was missing. I checked again. It wasn’t there. I wound the air hose back up and put it back in it’s place. It was then that I noticed a very thin orange tape wrapped around the machine that said in tiny letters “Out of order”. I drove off a tad disappointed.
This morning I got up and read the news. I have no idea why I made that decision and I almost instantly regretted it. The political stories made me sad. I don’t know who most of the people are in the entertainment stories, and I was so disheartened by the first two, that I didn’t even bother to get to the feel-good stories. I doubt they would have actually made me feel good.
This isn’t my normal routine. Usually, I say a quick prayer. I read my devotion, and then I check my social media to see if there is anything I need to see. Today I’m already out of order and the sun isn’t even up. As a result, I’m running a little late and everything about the day already seems off. Just like that air machine, I’ll look like I’m working, and sound like I’m functional, but upon a closer look, I’ll be missing a key part.
Sometimes, when people are out of order, there are big glaring signs that you can see from a distance. Other times, you have to get really close to determine whether there is a malfunction or a dysfunction. Some of us have the heart to want to fix things when they are out of order. But I know my limitations. I know when to call in the expert. The master physician, the heart fixer, the mind-regulator. I’m calling on Him to get me fully operational.
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