Good morning…
When the pressures of life begin to poke holes in our wall of togetherness, from outside in and from inside out, we become like that hard working little dutch boy trying to stick our fingers and our toes in the crumbling dike to hold back the powerful waters seeking to sweep us into authenticity. Eventually, we can no longer fight the force pushing us to live our imperfect self with truth and gusto.
When we see our self-protective wall breaking down, we frantically stick our right pointer finger into one hole, then our other three fingers into subsequent holes before we fearfully shove in our big fat, right thumb. Though our discomfort increases, we figure we can keep ourselves together if we try harder and harder, exhausting more fingers and toes. As the process of our breakdown continues, we plug the next hole with our left pointer finger, then we push our other three fingers and our left thumb into the expanding holes in our disintegrating wall. Still we choose not to call out for help, keeping a stiff upper lip on the outside while we suffer inside. Eventually, we cram each of our ten toes into our plethora of holes, afraid of being vulnerable enough to admit we need God and we need each other.
“Your salvation requires you to turn back to me
and stop your silly efforts to save yourselves.
Your strength will come from settling down
in complete dependence on me–
The very thing you’ve been unwilling to do,” Isaiah 30:15 (MSG),
Sue
