All tagged #theplankeyedgirl
She scuttled straight at me, claws up, ready to take me on. I know, hopefully you see the irony of this, but listen in for just a second. I don’t know if her brain was telling her to be afraid or not, but as I watched her she taught me a very important lesson. She taught me to “Disobey my Fear!”
I don’t know if any of you ever struggle with fear, anxiety, or other issues. For me, the “Fear Monster” rears its ugly head and spews all kinds of lies about people and possibilities depending on the situation. I understand what the scripture says about not fearing. However, for some reason, watching this crab yesterday put it all in perspective. When the crab saw me, she didn’t run away. She stood her ground and put her claws up. She didn’t know if I was real or fake but she wasn’t taking any chances. I believe she was disobeying her fear.
Over and over I am nudged by the Holy Spirit towards certain activities to be His hands and feet in this world. I feel the nudge and sometimes I hear the whisper but I am a girl that likes clarity. Anyone else like me? I want to know the “plan” before I start moving toward what He is asking. When I don’t know His “plan” or have one of my own, fear sets in. Sometimes it’s fear of looking stupid. Other times, it’s fear of failure or not being able to clearly articulate the hows and whys of what He is asking of me.
Currently, I have two thoughts around this.
Basking in the glorious late Spring sun, streaming through the east window, I am snuggled into my purple overstuffed chair. Allowing my eyes to slid shut, I whisper of my thoughts about the coming summer. Running out of words, silence falls between me and my maker. Then He breathes these words into my mind, “Feed the children.” Knowing my propensity to overanalyze these things, I pick up my phone and create a post inviting others to join me.
Sometimes we think we have to go far away or do something new or huge to be His hands and feet to this world.
Extending her pudgy nut brown hand full of her recess-collected, canary yellow bouquet, she giggles exclaiming, “I picked these for you!” Promptly an older, more “knowledgeable” students, saunters over and snears,“ Dandelions are not flowers!” She protests; insisting that they are. Hugging her, my heart is full. Not because these are what I would consider beautiful, but because the heart behind this is pure and loving. She saw something she deemed beautiful and wanted to share it.
Sauntering away, my squirrelish mind zips around, latching onto some simple and yet troubling question