God does not send us into the dangerous and exacting life of faith because we are qualified; He chooses in order to qualify us for what he wants us to be or do." Eugene Peterson
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Robyn Rochelle Cox
Loving God in the Moment
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Child's Play or Choices/Consequences
Recently, I had a coffee with the mother of twins. We shared hopes, dreams, fears, laughter, and a few tears. While there, her twins played. I caught them on film as they played on the slide.
I love slides.
When I was a young child our house was in a cul-de-sac that butted right into the elementary school playground. Gates during that time were pretty there but never locked - we just walked to the playground opened the gate and enjoyed! I remember the first time I climbed the steps of the 'tall' slide. Each step took me higher and made me a bit dizzy.
Standing atop the slide was almost euphoric. Sitting on the slide and looking down that long line of tin - I braced myself. The first time I went down quite slowly - I wouldn't let go of the sides.
I got braver as time went on and soon I was trying to catch air at the bottom of the slide. You know... sliding down on a sweater, or a cardboard box, anything to create less friction (and protect the skin on my legs!)
Watching these girls, I recalled a lesson taught me years ago.
It was in conjunction with slides, with sin, and with making life choices.
It went something like this:
Where is the easiest, least painful place to stop on a slide?
Answer: At the top.
Where is the easiest, least painful place to stop sinning?
Answer: At the beginning.
I have a dear friend that is making some life choices right now.
You might say she is sliding down at a pretty robust speed.
It is hard to watch.
I remember times in my own life when the slide’s gotten the better of me.
God’s playground is immense, and we have oh so many fun things we can choose within His protective boundaries. Alas, when we push those boundaries – we get burned, we land on our rears, we scrap our legs, we fall…I know…been there, done that, and capable of doing it again. I too beg God to protect me from myself.
I find it interesting, that in kid-watching we learn so much.
Cautious child leaves the slide. Precarious child lands at the bottom. She then climbs the slide from a distasteful angle.
I’m thankful that He helps us up that angled slide. I’m praying that my friend not land too hard on her rump.
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