Life can be overwhelming at times: too many tasks and demands, more crammed into less, emotional baggage weighing down shoulders, bad and sad news exploding through the airwaves, family struggles, nightmares, financial squeeze into a tinier and tinier tube. It all feels so heavy, so serious, so adult, way over my head.
I want to roll up and be a kid again when life was a playground, when innocence lasted for years, when play was outdoors, under a tree, a sense of freedom. Looking back on the fifties when I was a child my young life seems like such a sweet time to be 6 or 8 or 10 years old. We played with dolls until we were twelve. We sat on a swing going higher and higher wishing we could twirl around the horizontal bar 360 degrees. We climbed into a tree, sitting on a certain branch where it became a desk with a typewriter or a boat or some other imaginary thing. Boys were just more kids and, most of the time, they were over there and the girls were over here. No dating. No thoughts nor actions of sex when I was a kid. Times were surely different then they are now. I am glad I was a kid then.
One playground toy I loved was the see-saw. Two of us going up and down… up… down… up… down. When one of us was heavier than the other, the light one ended up stuck in the air, helplessly unable to get down. The bottom one had the advantage. If she should jump off, I came crashing down to the ground. A thud and an ouch!
And then there is the see-saw scenario where a bunch of kids hopped on either side and loaded up both sides. The board may become equally balanced with us all sitting at the same latitude.
A see-saw requires balance in order for it to be able to continue its ongoing motion of
up and down
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up and down
up
down
up
down
up
Life calls for balance.
Prayer balances life.
Prayer balances life.
Balance requires God.
God is Life.
Jesus see-saws with me and the load is balanced. The pace of the ups and downs become more even as Jesus rides with me. Steady … a peaceful ride … wind in my hair … ruffling those young auburn curls, now turned partially gray with little curl left. But that matters not. We are see-sawing together in play with the world far away when I am with Him. With Jesus, with His perfect balance, the weight of the world is gone. He knows what it takes to balance me. I have given myself to my Lord. I am riding up … down … up … down, beautifully balanced with the Lord.
O Lord, forgive me for keeping the weights to myself and then struggling so. You have said that Your burden is light. I take Your yoke, Lord. I am Yours.
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30
Thank You, Lord, for walking me through my todays. I believe and trust You. Heal my unbelief, Lord. Playing on the see-saw with You takes me away with You, holding the world at bay for I am looking at Your face, sitting face-to-face across the see-saw. Thank You, Precious Jesus, for balancing me once again. Amen.
Being Woven 