I discovered this little note on the back up my truck – traced by the fingers of one of my offspring. This made my day and I realized that, in my own little mind, this sort of represents my life – a microcosm of sorts.
My truck is dirty – really, really dirty. I can’t remember the last time it was washed. It is dented and dinged. There is a scrape on the passenger side – a reminder of a poor decision to turn too close to the fence. The truck bed bears the marks of 10 years of hauling life – washing machines, lumber, boxes, refrigerators, tools, sofas, and many other various and sundry items. Every now and again I’ll feel the transmission slip just a little bit. The truck is still useful, but it’s filled with imperfections.
Sometimes I feel like the truck. Worn out. Dirty. Imperfect. And yet…like my Chevy – there is an “I love you” traced across my life in big letters. Flawed as I am (and believe me – I.Am.Really.Flawed.) there are people in my life who remind me daily that I am loved.
- My bride of almost 14 years – faithful, steady & beautiful.
- Five, soon to be six, kiddos – loving unconditionally, forgiving and awe-inspiring.
- A handful of deep friendships – surviving many a relational earthquake with me, more often than not, at the epicenter.
- A Savior who relentlessly pursues – in spite of my rebellion, my failures and my relapses.
This dirty truck was just what I needed to remind me of how good I’ve got it.