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The Check Engine Light No One Sees

Money. Reputation. How do they see me? Am I enough? Stupid question... no, I'm not. Such a failure. Counting the mistakes... every one of them. A lifetime piled up. Just

Money.

Reputation.

How do they see me?

Am I enough?

Stupid question... no, I'm not.

Such a failure.

Counting the mistakes... every one of them.

A lifetime piled up.

Just bury it.

Smile for the world.

Rinse... repeat.

Running on fumes with a smile on my face.

Oh, that smile.

The check engine light no one sees.

With my face turned to the world like that... I didn't even realize how hard I was squinting into the chaos of life.

Blinded by the noise of my own mind... and the ferocious winds of my own striving.

I was living in a prison of my own soul... with no way out.

Then Jesus Christ stepped into my life and He took my heart captive.

Not the fable, but the risen...living... loving God.

I had nothing to offer Him except my pile of ash...my junk....my ego...my heavy and burdened soul.

I dropped it all in a pile at His feet.

He was so mighty, so real and so beyond my sense of self, all I could do was watch every ounce of my being bow before Him and experience Him change everything about me.

I stepped off the throne of my own soul.

And He sat where He was meant to be all along.

Lord of my life.

I bowed to His love... and His mercy.

His Glory....His Holy Glory...

He made me new...

And turned me towards Heaven.

And what He began... He continues... in me... through me... by Him alone.

And He reminds me daily... one thing matters above all.

You... and you... and you.

Helping others see what He showed me... to understand His love...His freedom... how wide... how deep... how real it is.

He puts lives back into order and He brings heaven into earth, through each of us.

Do you want a peace that defies your logic?

Do you want a joy this world cannot give?

Do you want to begin to see a life beyond this one?

I have time for you... anytime, anywhere.

Let's sit down... and let me tell you a story.

"I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living." Psalm 142:5

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