Rubberband // Anchor // Joy
Rubberband.
When I was little I would play with Geoboards, a wood composite board with sixteen pegs equidistantly spaced throughout. I feel like the rubberband that is stretched between the two furthest pegs. I can feel the minute tears forming from being stretched too far for too long. I am tied to things that are too far apart and I don't think there is a way to ever reconcile the difference. They are geographically, relationally, emotionally, and culturally distant. It's not my job to reconcile the difference or hold them together, but when, in one way or another, I am very seriously attached to both pegs, I am forced into holding them at the distance they are and hope that distance is bridged for the sake of snapping.
Boat.
I feel like a fishing boat carrying a load that is much too heavy to bear. I ship trying to leave harbor with its anchor still down. I'm taking on water slowly hoping someone will cut my anchor and take my load. I have been carrying anchors much too big for my small boat. Jesus walked on water and I know he will carry me through, but I wonder how much more I can weather and I wonder what I will look like on the other side of these storms. I am walking through fire and I pray these trial strengthen me, refine me. I pray they make me into a stronger person.
Joy.
We have two choices when we go through adversity, we can step up and become a bigger, better person because of it or we can stoop down to the level of the adversity and become a permanent victim of circumstances. I pray that God gives me the fortitude, humility, and strength to become the former. So I will look with gratitude on the last seven weeks for the Lord has given us a son and there is nothing that can steal that joy. I began this blog to choose joy in all circumstances and that is what I will do. Choose joy and pry without ceasing.
When I was little I would play with Geoboards, a wood composite board with sixteen pegs equidistantly spaced throughout. I feel like the rubberband that is stretched between the two furthest pegs. I can feel the minute tears forming from being stretched too far for too long. I am tied to things that are too far apart and I don't think there is a way to ever reconcile the difference. They are geographically, relationally, emotionally, and culturally distant. It's not my job to reconcile the difference or hold them together, but when, in one way or another, I am very seriously attached to both pegs, I am forced into holding them at the distance they are and hope that distance is bridged for the sake of snapping.
Boat.
I feel like a fishing boat carrying a load that is much too heavy to bear. I ship trying to leave harbor with its anchor still down. I'm taking on water slowly hoping someone will cut my anchor and take my load. I have been carrying anchors much too big for my small boat. Jesus walked on water and I know he will carry me through, but I wonder how much more I can weather and I wonder what I will look like on the other side of these storms. I am walking through fire and I pray these trial strengthen me, refine me. I pray they make me into a stronger person.
Joy.
We have two choices when we go through adversity, we can step up and become a bigger, better person because of it or we can stoop down to the level of the adversity and become a permanent victim of circumstances. I pray that God gives me the fortitude, humility, and strength to become the former. So I will look with gratitude on the last seven weeks for the Lord has given us a son and there is nothing that can steal that joy. I began this blog to choose joy in all circumstances and that is what I will do. Choose joy and pry without ceasing.
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