Glancing out the kitchen window I caught sight of my son. A large black tire stood next to him on the old stone porch. Paper towels and rags littered the ground, along with a toothbrush and a near new tube of toothpaste. “Seriously,” I thought to myself, “he is using the new tube of toothpaste out of the bathroom?!”
My middle son is an out of the box thinker and although still quite young, he already had a rap sheet of crazy stunts, shenanigans, and amazing feats. As his mother, I hated to admit it, but there was no telling what he might do on any given day, as that boyish creativity was continuing to develop. That particular day proved to be no different.
My bare feet were soothed by the cool of the stone porch as I had a brief conversation about not using our bathroom toothpaste to clean the white wheel tires. Shutting the door behind me, and once back inside, I focused on the job at hand, my cluttered sink-full of dishes. It wasn’t but a few minutes later that the kitchen door flung wide open and in came the big black tire being pushed along by my boisterous blonde boy. It was large and heavy, so he had decided to pull a short cut through the house to get his prized tire down to the basement. Before getting a word in edge wise, through the house he went steering and maneuvering the wheel and then out the back door he disappeared.
After a few moments of juggling the dirty dishes, I was drawn towards the back door as my mama bear radar senses were picking something up. I slowly opened the door and at first glance, all seemed okay. The basement door was ajar. Thinking he was in the basement, I turned around to head back inside, but stopped dead in my tracks. It was the figure of a boy off in the distance. My boy! His sun-kissed face was beat red and sweat dripped off his brow. “Mom it got away!” he shouted. There he was, hiking up a hill off the backside of the house, pushing the big black tire. I couldn’t help but laugh!
He went on to explain how he maneuvered the tire out the back door only to realize the next task was to slowly roll it down the old wood stairs that led to the basement door. This proved to be a bit much for him as the momentum of tire outweighed him and away it went all on its own! The country property had no fence and sat atop a hill and so the tire bounced along and gained in speed and power! Through weeds, trees, and then an old gravel lot it went, continuing on in full force straight through the neighbor’s yard and driveway, and with one final bounce, to the old state highway that was adjacent the rear of our newfound home! It was there that it finally came to a stop. My son had been in hot pursuit since the first bounce down the stairs. Thankfully, it did not hit a car or worse yet, a pedestrian or bicyclist.
He had chased it and quickly snagged it from the street. Then it was hand over hand on that hot summer’s day, up the steep hill of waist-high weeds and back up to the house. As crazy funny as it was, I also realized how serious this could have been. Thankfully, no one was hurt by this runaway tire. It could have been bad, very bad. But God! My son was not alone. His Heavenly Father was there protecting him from injury to himself and that of unknowing innocent passer byers. How often we must be saved from accidents and we have no idea that we were ever in any type of danger! One day it will be amazing to find out all the things our Heavenly Father kept us safe from. Psalm 91 in the Bible says, God is our Shield and Buckler and that if we put our trust in Him, He will keep us safe from all harm. What an incredible promise!
As my son sipped a cold drink on the porch that evening, we laughed as he relived the moments of the runaway tire with us and how he chased it all the way to the old state highway. I thanked our Lord for the good times, laughter and memories, and, that all had turned out well. And then, under my breath, a sigh of relief that I was not going to use that tube of toothpaste.
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