Friday, July 16, 2010

Sweeping

Earlier this week, I made one of those adamant, "I WILL NOT..." statements. As soon as the words left my mouth, Walker laughed. Something clicked internally as if God was saying, "Oh, yeah? That's what you think!" Humility kicked in to allow the thought that perhaps I was being a smidgen hard-headed. But only perhaps. So I filed the moment away with the briefest of prayers along the lines of , "Not my will, but Yours..."
Until today. Two days after Big Mouth struck again, someone asked me about the very specific thing that I had decreed I would not do. No hesitation was involved in the, "Yes." The asker was a bit put off by the revelation that there had been personal opposition to her as yet unmade proposition. Except that I was wrong. My heart and soul are inextricably tied to the endeavor in question.
So. I made an about face. With the change of heart, came a sense of peace. The acceptance of going with the pull that draws one along rather than the struggle of swimming against the current out of nothing more than sheer stubbornness. I didn't even know a toe had been dipped into the water, but it turns out that I was already immersed. And the water is fine.

1 comment:

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

God does that to me all the time, too. Keeps us humble, right?