One at a time he assessed each item before tell
ing his young assistants to lift and load them onto the trailer.
My family had moved to a new home and had some furniture we no longer needed.
Rather than wasting a Saturday bartering over it in my garage, I decided to give it to my favorite, “Heaven on Earth,” Still Creek Ranch.
The furniture puzzle, when completed, was like a work of art, each piece nestled neatly in its place on the open bed trailer, hitched to the pick-up truck.
Before he tied down his load, he walked around it one last time, surveying the scene.
“Do you have an old blanket or pillow I can use? I’ve got most of the pressure points padded, but I think I need a bit more,” he trailed off, as he pushed and pulled on the furnishings, testing their fit.
While these items were used and a little scratched and dented, he saw them as treasures that he was restoring to a new life. He wanted to take excellent care of them as he hauled them down the highway. He knew that the friction of the road ahead could be transferred between the pieces and cause damage.
I dug around in the boxes left in the garage. What I had to offer seemed an insignificant and old, but in it he saw purpose. He had done this before.
With a little tucking and pulling, the haul seemed secured to his satisfaction.
He tightened his tie-downs.
“Ready to go?” He called over his shoulder to his helpers.
And I waved from my driveway as they drove off, praying over this load.
“Lord, keep these men safe, this furniture intact, and let it be a blessing to another life”
I haven’t thought much about that day until now.
And I find myself wedged in the middle of a broken relationship. It’s not a new place for me. I have been here before.
I am not in the fight. I happen to get along with each individual.
It’s a tightrope walk, trying not to take sides as the battle rages around me.
Seeds of doubt.
Thoughts of blame.
Who is right.
Who is wrong.
And this morning, God laid on my heart a thought, “Lisa, simply be the cushion that relieves the friction.”
I can choose not to take sides.
I can choose not to water the seeds of doubt.
I can choose not to point blame or…
Know who is right,
…or who is wrong.
God has this under control.
He has traveled this road with this heavy load before.
Maybe He packed the trailer “just so,” but things got shifted on the trip.
So He asks me to help cushion the gap.
There maybe a sharp edge, a rough spot, a fragile piece, a broken heart….
I don’t need to unpack it and pull it to one side.
On this journey, I can see that these people have been used and are little scratched and dented, but God sees them as treasures that He is restoring to a new life. He wants to take excellent care of them as He hauls them down the highway. He knows that the friction of the road ahead can be transferred between the pieces and cause damage.
The Master has done this before. He simply wants me to help cushion the ride and get them safely to their destination. So He has placed me in their life for this purpose.
It may not be the “sexiest” job according to the world.
Or the shiniest spotlight in the world on Christianity.
What I have to offer may seem insignificant to me, but to God, it has purpose. I can be a comforter.
But better than any help I can provide, I know that we have a greater Comforter… the Holy Spirit.
And in this case, I’m going to take that name in the literal sense.
COMFORTER: like a cozy blanket that wraps us safely and keeps us from the scratches and dents that this world and other people can cause. He cushions us and spares us from the transfer of friction.
All we need to do is to ASK!
“Lord God, let Your Holy Spirit comport us today!”
Wrap us up.
Hold us tight.
Keep us safe from harm.
Protect our hearts and minds from the friction on the long road ahead.
And with a little tucking and pulling, the haul will be secured to His satisfaction.
He will tighten His tie-downs.
“Ready to go?” He calls over his shoulder.
And we can be.
“He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.”
2 Corinthians 1:4