Isabelle (she’s 2) decided to put dishes away this morning. I didn’t ask her to do it. It was just part of her 90-mph-morning energy burn. She found the cowboy hat cookie cutter I’d used earlier in the week on her turkey and roast beef sandwich and excitedly took it to the cupboard where it goes. She grabbed the handle, pulled hard and smacked herself in the face with it. Wailing ensued. But a Hello Kitty ice pack calmed her.
In her zest for life, her eagerness to help, Isabelle got hurt. She wasn’t expecting to get hurt; it just happened.
Am I equally as willing to give my all to help, to squeeze the life out of life at the risk of getting hurt?
I don’t know if this exactly applies or not, but this FFH song that’s out right now, “Undone,” has really been challenging me. Especially the words of the chorus:
Come undone, surrender is stronger
I don’t need to be the hero tonight
We all want love we all want honor
Nobody wants to pay the asking price
That last part, that’s what gets me. Am I willing to pay the price for what I really want out of life? Am I willing to get hurt?
I’ve heard Christians talk about taking calculated risks, and I get what they’re saying, that we shouldn’t do stupid stuff, but adding the word “calculated” to the word “risk” seems like watering down the whole concept. I think I could talk myself out of just about anything in the name of “calculated risk.”
I don’t want to be careless with my life and my decisions, but sometimes I think I’m too careful about everything. I’m not sure careful cuts it in the kingdom of God, but I don’t have any Scripture to back up that theory right now. Jesus does tell people to count the cost before deciding to follow Him, so maybe I’m way off base here.
If nothing else, a simple boo-boo this morning has given me something to chew on, spiritually and mentally speaking.