Inspirational Musings

Learning How to Fall

I finished building monkey bars for the boys this past week. Carter could hardly wait to try them out. He nervously climbed up the ladder, grabbed the first bar, began reaching for the next one and suddenly realized he couldn’t hold on. boy climbs monkey bars previewHe started kicking his feet, begging for someone to catch him. David and I kept telling him to calm down and relax his legs so they would hang straight under him so he could turn loose and fall without hurting himself.

When he finally let go, he did not fall gracefully; instead he landed on his arm and wanted to quit. I told him he wasn’t going to quit for the day until he could learn to stop being afraid of the fall. After several nervous episodes and less than graceful landings, he finally learned to extend his legs, relax and fall straight down, landing on his feet.

Navigating through life is a lot like those monkey bars. We are going to fall; but we can’t be afraid of falling. Falling is where we learn humility, experience weakness, and realize that we truly are in need of a Savior. It’s the place where we become aware of our limits, put new safeguards in place, and experience the passageway of perseverance.

Falling is where you gain the definition for the rest of your life. Are you going to be defined by the fall? Or will you humble yourself, own your mistakes, and run to the only Person who will make you victorious?

2 Corinthian 12:9 says, “‘My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.’ So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me.” (NLT)

So, don’t be afraid of the fall; be afraid of letting the fall define the course of your life. Get up. Run to Jesus. And try again. After awhile, the falls will become less and less and soon you will make it all the way across the monkey bars. There is victory, just be faithful as you learn to trust in Jesus.

Inspirational Musings

One Letter Changes the Whole Story

There are some things in life that I just don’t question, and my brother is one of them. Stuff just happens to him, so it was no surprise when I received a text yesterday that said, “I’ll be in town tomorrow at 10 to repair my temp crown that I accidentally pooped out today.”

I shook my head and laughed. “Only my brother,” I thought out loud.

So, I called my husband and told him about my brother pooping out his crown. “You mean he swallowed it?” I shrugged and told him that’s all I knew and we just shook our heads and laughed at my brother’s predicament.

Later that night, I stopped  by my parents, “Hey, have you talked to Clay today? He said something about pooping out his temporary crown. What was he eating?”

“Your brother, WHAT?” My mom had obviously not heard the news. I told her all about the text and that I hadn’t had a chance to respond. We kept running different scenarios, hoping that there would be NO attempt to salvage and reuse the crown in any shape or form.

So, I checked my voicemail this morning and there was a message from my brother. He was really confused about the phone call he received from mom telling him to make sure the crown was super clean and sanitized before reusing it and how it may be a good idea to get a new one. He said mom told him about the crazy tale; something about him pooping out his crown and he didn’t know why I would make up a crazy story like that to tell them.

Immediately, I texted my brother and told him to check his message he sent me the day before; I was only repeating what I knew to be true! When we finally talked later in the day we both laughed and laughed. Fast typing, auto-correct or some other technological gremlin changed “popped” to “pooped”. I’m sure glad, too! I had a lot of unanswered, odd, and uncomfortable questions that had been stirring in my mind all day!

So what’s the take-away? One letter folks. Just one little letter changed the whole scenario. A crown that is popped out is WAY different than one that is pooped out.

Check your words this week. One little slip up can change the whole story.

Inspirational Musings

Yaya, Close Eyes!

Yaya and Daniel

We were privileged to have my parents join us at 11:00 service at church today. Daniel, my silly and busy two year old, was standing in the chair between my parents holding their hands during the singing. He was dancing and smiling, just having the time of his life. Then the pastor began to pray; Daniel got quiet and still. As the pastor paused towards the end of his prayer, the back half of the church heard, “YAYA! CLOSE EYES!” David and I couldn’t stop the laughter; and the look on my mom’s face was priceless. She had opened her eyes to check on Daniel during the prayer and he called her out in front of everyone! It was so hilarious

As usual, this made me think a little deeper. Daniel is watching us and he is learning the right and wrong way to do things. He may not understand what prayer is, but he understands that it is a time where he needs to be still, quiet and keep his eyes closed. He has seen us do it enough that he is now learning to recognize prayer other places and not just at meals.

Moral of the story: Our children are watching. What are we teaching them? Will they see enough faith to recognize unbelief? Will they hear enough truth to recognize the lies? Will they see enough hope that they grow a heart for the lost? Let’s lead them well and point them to Jesus in all that we do.

“No one lights a lamp and puts it in a place where it will be hidden, or under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, so that those who come in may see the light.”                   Luke 11:33 NIV