Got in my truck to leave
for the office a few days back, and as I was pulling out of my parking spot,
I couldn’t help but notice a big glop of bird ummm…bird poop… smack in my
line-of-sight on the windshield. No
problem I thought, as I reached for the windshield washer knob. Nothing came out. The reservoir was empty.
I could of course still
see safely, so I drove on to the office.
There, faced with the usual assortment of work matters, I promptly forgot
about the problem.
Leaving the office a few
hours later, there I was again, looking at my world around a big glop of bird
poop. Of course, the windshield washer reservoir
remained empty.
As I rolled out, seeing
the way clearly enough but not really enjoying the ride, I had an insight.
That glob of bird poop is
like unresolved issues in life. It’s
not going to stop me from moving through life, but it sure does degrade the
experience. I can still see around it, even a little bit through it, but it
makes for, let’s say, a crappy experience.
It also became clear,
pending a rainstorm in this case, that bird poop was not going to clean itself. Nor was the windshield washer reservoir going
to fill itself. I needed to be
intentional.
At the next light I took
my bottle of Sam’s Choice drinking water and reached out the window to wet the windshield
enough so that the wipers could do their job.
I took deliberate, proactive action.
What’s the bird poop on my
windshield of life? What unresolved issues
have yet to be confronted in the spirit of truth and reality? For what issue have I not sought thorough, transparent
reconciliation? Have I wronged someone
and not made it right to the best of my ability?
If that specific bird
poop doesn’t come back (of course it won’t, it can’t), it’s likely I’ll get
pooped on again, sooner than later. Keeping
that windshield clean is not a one-time proposition.
So, three days later,
what have I not done? I’ve not gone to the
Walmart for a jug of windshield washer fluid.
Today. For sure. Today.
I keep telling myself.
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