Would you mind if I indulged in my 5 year old Jack and the Beanstalk imagination for a bit?
If we lived in the hands of giants, would it matter if we fell or made a wrong turn and got lost? Would our own confusion or uncertainty even matter? I suppose we could still live, striving to “figure it out” but what does that gain us? Really. We’ll get to the end of our journey and we’ll get there safe and sound, thanks to our giant. And our giant knows we’re not lost. Because we can’t be lost if someone knows where we are, right? And what’s even better is that if we were to live in these great palms, we could sit back and rest and enjoy the beauty of the journey.
After being overwhelmed by a beauty filled weekend, this was my Sunday night pondering. Something about community and a glistening Hudson that will make things all too clear.
*I am a believer in free will. Just putting it out there. THIS is not about THAT.
It is, however, about something I’m learning about resting and believing that the same goodness that makes you sigh at sunsets will cause you to sing in uncertainty.