Cracks...

Jonny and I were running a couple of days ago and I was just loving it. I was pushing Scarlett in her jogger stroller and feeling full of energy. I love those days. when it feels like I could run and run without stopping (must've had an abnormal amount of carbohydrates the night before for the added fuel). Jonny and I were chatting between the silence that would form when we were running up the steep hills and Scarlett would be just singing to herself and babbling. It was a day after many days of rain and we were all happy to be outside. While grunting and dodging potholes in the road Jonny pointed out how "messed up" the roads were. I started noticing all of the cracks and huge holes that were in our road. Now let me remind you, we live up on top of a mountain(to Californians)/hill(to Coloradans). There are few houses up here which means the city doesn't get out much to repair the roads, if ever. I run these roads all of the time but was wondering why we were just noticing how bad they were. Then I remembered, the rain. The days of raining had washed away all of the crummy patch jobs made to the road and the rocks and debris that filled in the cracks and potholes. The rain made the reality of the bad road obvious.

The Lord does that in our lives. We all have cracks and gaping holes in our lives from the messes that we make of them. We then think we can fill them with rocks and debris but the Lord graciously comes in and washes away our rudimentary patching and shows us what we really look like...sinners in need of a Savior. This thinking led me to this verse that has become my prayer...

Psalm 51:1-15 51 Generous in love—God, give grace! Huge in mercy—wipe out my bad record. Scrub away my guilt, soak out my sins in your laundry. I know how bad I’ve been; my sins are staring me down. 4–6 You’re the One I’ve violated, and you’ve seen it all, seen the full extent of my evil. You have all the facts before you; whatever you decide about me is fair. I’ve been out of step with you for a long time, in the wrong since before I was born. What you’re after is truth from the inside out. Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life. 7–15 Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean, scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life. Tune me in to foot-tapping songs, set these once-broken bones to dancing. Don’t look too close for blemishes, give me a clean bill of health. God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life. Don’t throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me.


Posted on April 27, 2010 and filed under Anything and Everything.