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Reflection Corner: Charge your Power Wheels




  My brown eyes shone in the sunshine as I drove my Barbie Jeep down the sidewalk.  I had no adulting, “I need coffee” cares in the world.  It was just 6-year-old me and the open, yet narrow pavement.  My only care, “Was my Barbie Jeep charged so I could cruise Minnesota Street?”  I loved my Power Wheels.  Even though, I was only six at the time, I felt powerful.  I felt like I could conquer anything in my pink plastic wheels.  “Plastic? No, not plastic,” my imaginative mind thought.  It was made of sparkly steel that could master the Silver Lake Sand Dunes.  “Vroom!” Up and over I went!  I drove and drove into the Roseville sunset.  After hours of traveling, I would finally park my Barbie Jeep next to the porch.  My blonde ringlets loosened when I got out.  I made sure to plug it in so it would be fully powered for the next day.  Yellowstone was next on my pretend map, but my Barbie Jeep needed to charge.  Just like my Power Wheels, we need to be filled with the power of God.  Only His power will sustain us through trials.  Only His power will bring healing.  It’s only His power that will strengthen us. 

This Past Sunday, Pastor Ronnie referenced to Acts, chapter three.  This passage talks about the lame man at the gate.  He was healed by the Holy Spirit within Peter.   

Then Peter said, “Silver or gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk.”  Taking him by the right hand, he helped him up, and instantly the man’s feet and ankles became strong.

Peter and John healed the lame man.  They were able to heal him, because they had the power of the Holy Spirit within them.  The disciples kept their jolt by staying plugged into Jesus. Just like my Barbie Jeep, we also need to stay fully charged.  If we don’t stay charged with God, our soul will drain of His stability.  For us to “keep on keeping on”, we need to revitalize ourselves with the red words in the Bible.  Every read sentence in the word of God electrifies us with His dynamism. Meditate…meditate…meditate on God.  When we ponder upon God and His teachings, we are sparked!  His glory turns on like a light bulb and shines throughout the ebon world.  Charge…charge…charge with the Holy Spirit.  For John and Peter to heal the lame man, they had to be filled with the robust Holy Spirit.  They plugged in their power cords every day.  They never let God’s power drain from their souls.

While the man held on to Peter and John, all the people were astonished and came running to them in the place called Solomon’s Colonnade. When Peter saw this, he said to them: “Fellow Israelites, why does this surprise you? Why do you stare at us as if by our own power or godliness we had made this man walk? The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the God of our fathers, has glorified his servant Jesus.

My Barbie Jeep did not vroom down the two-lane sidewalk by my power.  It rolled down the street by the charge it attained the night before.  As the disciples stated in Acts, “Why do you stare at us as if by our own power of godliness, we had made this man walk?”  The disciples knew it was not by their own sinew that the lame man was healed, but by God’s power within them.  They made sure to steer the Jeep towards God and give Him the glory for the miracle.  Peter and John rode in a Power Wheels fueled with the Spirit.  I drove my Power Wheels on faith and charged vigor.  I had faith that it would detain power all day.  The disciples had faith in God to give them the strength they needed to heal.  I trusted the battery to bolster energy.  I drove my Barbie Jeep constantly, causing the plastic wheels to crack.  We need to be worn and torn with glorifying God.  Keep your Jeep charged so you can do the will of God.  Induce your battery, so the Lord can be exalted.     

For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God’s glory displayed in the face of Christ. 2 Corinthians 4:6

Connect your power cord to the prayer outlet.  Stay connected with God and feel His power electrify your soul.  Prayer is our outlet to communicate concerns and praise.  Plug into Jesus and your Jeep will keep spinning its wheels with grit.  If your Power Wheels is fueled by the Lord, you can conquer anything.  You can conquer sand dunes and the mud slides of life.  You can roll over boisterous boulders and laboring logs.  Keep your Jeep charged, and you’ll charge through tribulations! Remember to park your Power Wheels next to your porch every night.  Plug into God’s power source and revive your strength.  Vroom, vroom! Keep your Barbie Jeep tenacity tuned.

The Lord is my strength and song, and He has become my salvation; He is my God, and I will praise Him; my father’s God, and I will exalt Him. Exodus 15:2


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