My first memory of receiving a flat tire? Getting in line for the cafeteria in elementary school. The person following me must have skipped breakfast because he couldn’t get there fast enough and apparently thought he could catch a ride on the heel of my shoe. Ouch!

Recently, in trying to explain to the Lord how closely I want to follow Him, the image of my flattened heel (i.e., flat tire) came to mind. That’s it! I want to be close enough to hear every whisper intended for my ear, to see every sight intended for my eyes, and to sense His protection against every deception.

I want to follow Christ so closely that I give Him a “flat tire.”

That’s how close.