Holding On
Have you ever held something so tight your hand began to hurt? Your mind tells you it stupid to hold on 'til it hurts, you need to relax. But your heart says, "Don't risk it, it's too valuable to take the chance"?
I remember being given a ticket for a front row seat to an NHL hockey game. The crowd was closing in on me to go down the corridor and this dark thought enters my mind. What if I dropped it? Could I get back to it before someone else grabs it? It would be lost forever. I was so afraid it would happen I almost stuffed it down my….. (well you get the idea.)
Right now I ‘m trying to hold on to my Belize experience – kind of the same way as that front row ticket. If I let loose, it will drift away in the sea of daily activity.
In Belize –
I felt God, I met God
I got into a river and proclaimed, “I am yours God!”
I saw a family of 14 living in a house the size of my shed.
I meet people who were happy – happy with life and happy to see me.
I was there when God placed us right where & when we were needed.
I watch people changed.
Why would I ever want to lose that? But as I let daily life in – it seems to get lost – lost in the Starbucks menu, lost in myspace.com posts, lost in car shopping, lost in watching Lost.
I’m fighting to hold on to Belize in my mind. Can’t I just bring Belize here with me? (Whatever that means.)
