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Tending Your Soul

A Chippin’ Away

“We’re under a snow emergency warning this morning … anyone on the road other than emergency vehicles will be arrested.” I sat for a few minutes watching the TV coverage depicting cars skidding off the roads and jack-knifed tractor trailers blocking the interstate. Contrary to past experiences, when our local weather forecasters predicted 10 inches of ice and snow this particular week, it actually happened! I’s been trapped for several days by this time and had pretty much completed the cleaning, baking, reading and phone calls that were keeping me sane and connected to other human beings. At this point, I really wanted out; wanted my mobility restored! Wanted to know I had the option to leave the parking lot safely! Suddenly I was motivated. I propelled myself off the couch, grabbed my scarf, slid into my boots, secured my warmest coat and gloves and headed resolutely for my storage bin. Armed with the only metal tool I could find, my trusty garden claw, I carefully wound my way toward my partially submerged car. Mounds of snow and ice packed against the wheels prevented any forward or backward movement. Down on my knees next to the car, I went to work. Chip, chip, chip, scrape, scrape, chip, scrape. Patches of snow and ice steadily gave way to pavement. Chip, scrape, scrape, chip – more success. Stretched lengthwise on the snow, I loosened the last vestiges of ice. One and one-half hours later I actually pulled my car out of the parking space!

God so often I hesitate to step forward and just wait for someone else to “do the work,” thinking of myself as not up to the task, not informed enough, not well-equipped. I had to laugh at the determination and energy I put into moving my car. Help me to remember that simple tools and perseverance can work wonders. Is there somewhere else you want me to exert myself for your purposes? I’m listening for your word.

Reflection/Discussion:

What image, feeling, question or memory surfaces as you read this story?

Have you ever had a sense of God’s Spirit urging you to take some particular action? What happened?