sitting the shower thinking

The other day Hazel and I were driving down the road and as we passed a farm we saw a huge pile covered with a tarp of some kind and then a whole bunch of tires placed on to to hold it down. She looked at me and said we should bring the old tire we have in our back yard and throw it on the pile. Which started me thinking about the old tire in our back yard we cant seem to get rid of. About 3 years ago we were cleaning out the garage and came across an old tire. We set it out by the trash on pick up day and when I came home it was still sitting there. The next week I put it out again and was standing there when the trash guy came and he told me they cant accept old tires. So i rolled it back beside the garage and left it there. Every time I mowed the lawn I would see it there and roll it around to get the water out and ponder how to get rid of it. I stuck it in the trash container one day and when I came home it was sitting in my driveway next to the trash receptacle. So i rolled it back beside the garage to make another nice wasp nest or mosquito breeding hot spot. Every time I would see the tire I would try and think of ways to dispose of it. I thought about putting it in the car and just dumping it in Orangeville. My conscience didn't seem to allow it. I could put it in the channel and say its some muskrat defence system but that didn't fly with me either. I gave my old car to my nephew and I should have put it in the trunk and then let him deal with getting rid of it. But I thought of that after the fact. Now I started thinking about how this tire represents some of the sin in my life. I keep trying to dispose of it in little ways but it keeps turning back up. I could try and ignore it but its just too ugly to leave sitting in the back yard. I think how all those tires could be peoples hang ups or vices stacked on to some farmers huge pile of manure. I could just throw mine on top of the pile with everybody Else's. I guess the proper thing to do is too take the old tire down to the proper place to have it recycled or made into asphalt or whatever they do with it. I guess its kind of like facing your sin and having it forgiven. I know it has to be better than having it piled up with every body Else's.