Good morning…
In yesterday’s post, I revealed a strange truth: “I Feel Like Gumby.” Stirred awake by the Spirit in the early morning hours, I stretch wide in prayer to hold the deep needs of many. Interestingly, my elementary drawing of this flexible green Gumby now morphs into a new form of creative expression with God. Through colorful, stick figure drawings, I depict on my wide wingspan the concerns weighing heaviest on my heart. Being freed from my cluttered inner being, I feel myself befriend each worry. One by one, I give them time, space, attention.
As I inch myself across the tiny tightrope between “no longer” and “not yet,” I carry with me a multitude of chaotic cares. Lingering with each childish image, I ponder. I choose colors. I lose track of time. Forming with my fingers the voice of each concern, I heed the wisdom of 1 Peter 5:7 (NIV): Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. As I slowly process my inner world, God helps to name, claim, and tame my wildest worries. Out of my system and into God’s lap, my crowd of anxieties begin to lose their grip. Loosened up and lightened, I feel more space to breathe.
Personal prayer is a quiet gift transforming the needs within our soul before God’s power mysteriously expands out to transform the needs throughout our world. Our Lord, we belong to you. We tell you what worries us, and you won’t let us fall (Psalm 55:22, CEV). As we journey across this treacherous tightrope of transition, you, our Lord, will not let us fall.
…Sue…
