Metaphorically Speaking.

When I first arrived here I biked faster than most locals, figuring it senseless to spend any longer in the craziness than one would absolutely have to.  Also at the start of my time here as a means of sheer survival I ingested all changes relating to life here without much thought to my emotions, suppressing them as not to feel too much. 

Then came a period where Father brought me to keen awareness of my brokenness, uncovering the hurried pace that I had been maintaining by ushering a season marked by loss (which, ironically, included the loss of my bike).  It was in this season that my tears returned, as I realized that my deepest need remains for Him.

I recently discovered that my biking pace had slowed, and that indeed most locals were now passing me up even though it seemed as if I was exerting the same amount of energy.  Frustrating.  Little did I realize that the patch on my back tire from the summer was only that--a patch.  I soon uncovered a much deeper problem--my whole inner tube was kaputt and needed to be replaced.  I had been riding clueless, straining myself unecessarily.

Divine revelation often comes through metaphors for me.  My Fixer certainly knows my bent for searching for meaning out the ordinary.  The recent lesson here being that I had announced myself fixed after a season of brokenness, not realizing that there is still more that needs to be dealt with.

Bike's fixed now, but still not completely without some lingering issues....sorta like me--but you knew I was going to say that.