Sunday, June 22, 2014

How I Came to Appreciate the Dreaded Task of Buying New Tires


I finally took my Yukon into the store for new tires.  The Beast, as our Yukon is affectionately called, did not seem happy, and the low tire sensor was determined to constantly remind me that there was at least one tire slowly losing air.  Truth be told, I dislike buying tires.  The need for tires never comes at a convenient time and the cost of the tires drastically outweighs the benefits I see of having new tires.  The tire store employee checked over the tires and agreed that the four current tires had used up their usefulness.  He commented to me, “I don’t know how you survived the winter?!”  “Well,” I replied, “It wasn’t without a little slipping and sliding.” I had prolonged the agony of the purchase of tires, but it was time.

An hour or two later, the Beast was ready to go…no more constant indicator light on the dashboard, and I drove away with a happier and balanced car, as I noticed my ride just became smoother. I would be ready for the eventual icy and snowy roads that a Minnesota winter would bring. We had known the Beast needed new tires, but we had put it off.  Not only did the Beast demand tires with actual tread, our other car screamed that it was out of alignment, unbalanced, and treadless, so within a month we were putting new tires on our two vehicles.

In the midst of fixing the treadless tires, I discussed with my husband my personal challenges and I expressed to him this sentiment – that my tread was being worn down, that I was feeling unbalanced with the weight upon my shoulders.  He said, “Well, it’s a good thing we are going to the temple tomorrow. That will be like getting new tires.”

As I reflected upon this idea, my mind changed towards what new tires mean to a car and the analogy of what spiritual renewal does to my soul. When I drive down the road, I see numerous cars – fast cars, expensive cars, fuel-efficient small cars, hardy SUVS, new and old cars, and even Minnesota-winter rusted cars.  Regardless of what the car may look like on the outside, I can not tell at 65 mph or even 30 mph, what the condition of the tires are for each of those cars—will the tread on those tires carry them for another 65,000 miles, or is the tread worn down that ice, or rocks, or potholes could easily send the car scurrying off the paved road. I can not judge the tires by the condition of someone’s car just as I can not judge a person’s heart or spirit by what I see on the outside of their soul.

Our task isn’t to evaluate who needs new tires or whose heart is in the right place (worrying about tires for my own cars and worrying about fixing my own soul is enough). We simply need to look inward and decide – is our heart softened enough, is our spirit strong enough, balanced enough, full of enough spiritual air that we will be carried, that our ride will be smooth, that we will be able to move through storms, roadblocks, and icy patches of life, without finding ourselves being forced off of the paved road.

I don’t want to get to the end of the road of life and be told, “I don’t know how you survived life?!” The Beast was unhappy, was unbalanced, and was crying out that it needed help.  I don’t want to go through life just slipping and sliding  -- I want to feel balanced, I want to know that my ride will be safer and smoother even when “hail and mighty storm[s] shall beat upon [me]”

I may have put off a new tire purchase, forgotten to rotate my tires, failed to get  my alignment checked and didn't add more air to my tires, but somehow barely squeaked by through my first Minnesota winter, but the balancing of my heart and my spirit requires constant care.  The more challenges that wear down my tread, the greater need to add spiritual air, fix my balance, and add new spiritual strength.  I only have one body, one spirit to carry me through.  I can’t go trade me in for the newest model, or the perfected one with all the fancy bells and whistles.  I must accept me, accept my limitations, fix what can be fixed and keep moving forward, avoiding dead ends and wrong turns, and strive to make my ride more balanced and smoother with constant spiritual renewal. That is how I will get through the craziness and struggles of life.  That is how I will survive life!

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