So I took my son to the playground this afternoon and as usual he wants to run straight for the playground equipment. I like the playground we got to but there isn't a clear place for me to stand to see the entire equipment and him at one time. Not to mention, there are plenty of different pieces that he likes to play with that causes an uneasiness within me.
And then it hit me today! Worrying about him playing on the playground is a little out of my control. And then God spoke ....
When I worry, it's like being on this piece of playground equipment. When trying to get from one side to another, there are different pieces of the equipment that will distract me and cause me to believe that I will fall or give me a false sense of security. The only way to make safely from one side to the next is to keep my head up and my eyes lifted and forward.
Wow! God-spired moment!
Over the next couple of weeks, I want to discuss worry and it's characteristics just like the different pieces of playground equipment.
I hope this speaks to you as it speaks to me.
