Ever feel out of balance? Like a half-baked, multi-tasking failure?
Hmm. Me to. While donning my wife hat, I strap on my momma bonnet and nestle on top of that my professional sombrero…then I attempt to keep my balance atop of this colorful unicycle of life, while juggling school and friends and church and laundry and work and play and expectations and the feeding of hungry loin-fruit and deadlines and ministry and dance and waning bank accounts and family near and far.
I feel as though much of life is spent running this way and that, frantically trying to catch the many balls I’ve heaved up into the air that all seem to come precariously close to sudden death on a hard, unforgiving ground. Only, most of them don’t crash and burn. They bounce.
Occasionally they bounce away, and I’m better for it. But mostly, they spring back into action.
I wish laundry would bounce away, but public nudity is frowned upon. Understandably so.
I seem to be a professional ball dropper in this juggling act of life. I’m inclined to suggest it’s a talent, or a curse, but it’s neither. It’s simply a reality.
Because life…well, it’s beautiful and exhausting and fresh and new and old and consistent and precious and hard and long and brief and every single thing in between. And it doesn’t stop moving.
Ever.
And nor should we.
Don’t stop. Ever. Ever.
Stopping is not to be confused with rest. Rest should come. Often and deep.
After all, the best momentum is inspired by rest and refocus.
Be still and know. Be intentional and grace-filled.
Be determined not to stop. Even when it takes everything you’ve got to not dismount and dissolve.
Throwing in the towel isn’t an option because this world needs the very things that inspire us to move in the first place. And we find, in the awkward peddling that leads to our unique groove, that our unicycle has, in fact, an unseen second wheel that, if surrendered to and weighed upon, supports and carries us through our imperfect days and ball-dropping maneuvers.
It is big and strong and dependable and constant. And so much bigger than we think it is.
All we have to do is keep peddling. And pressing on.
And moving forward.
And that, I can do.
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