The last two weeks have been a chaotic jumble. If I were to add a soundtrack to it, it would be bass and kettle drums pounding out a beat with discordant piano notes in randomness floating throughout and throwing in the sounds of trumpets ever so often just to grab some attention. My plate was already full and overflowing with good works and then I got to throw in an unexpected last minute business trip. Add in a little work on my house and well, you can see why I have been absent from the blog world.
I have had a kaleidoscope of workers around my house for the last month, and while they are necessary and the improvements they have brought about are appreciated, I’m ready to stop having outsiders around. I was on four planes touching three states and ended the two weeks with two performances of a play I was involved with at church. The chaos ended with my great nephew K’s 1st birthday party. Well attended by loving grandparents, great grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, he celebrated in style with lots of icing on his face. He was the center of attention and while he wasn’t really sure why, he still loved it.
He’s got the wobbly legs of a first walker and plants himself face first on many occasions, but he is getting better. How much we encourage those first few steps, how terrifying to be the one who has to let go, even for something better. Uh oh, that’s sounding a little too close to home.
How many times have I felt God and Jesus encouraging me to let go so they can give me something better. And I don’t because it’s safe. Or it’s how it’s always been. Or I can’t possibly do that, I don’t have the skills, and on and on and on until he leaves and finds someone who will let go.
Come to me, and Peter did. Walking on rocky seas, eyes planted firmly on his savior until he glanced away, then he sank. I wonder what caught his eye that made him take his eyes off Jesus. A big fish? A giant wave? The devil? He’ll do anything to get our focus off Jesus, even for just a moment.
Yes, K is mobile and what a great big world is opened up for him. Places he can’t even imagine await his curiosity. What about me? What places await me? How safe is safe? To the point of growing roots because I’ve stood too long? Fear of failure? Well, that boat has sailed several times and I managed to live through them all. Next time I’m with K I’m going to watch him let go and walk with complete abandon, sure in the knowledge that if he falls, someone is there to kiss away the hurts, set him back on his feet and point him in the right direction. Who knows, maybe I’ll be right behind him.
Philosophically yours,
Stevie
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