Wednesday, December 10, 2008
How'd you like to be the girl in the middle?
Don't you feel this way sometimes? Sometimes the fat man is "the job" and the woman on the back of the bike stands for too many commitments with family.
Sometimes the shirtless fellow could symbolize anxiety or depression and the gal on the back of the bike might be our negative thoughts of our own limitations.
I want to whisper or shout to the little girl squished in the middle. "Push your way out, sweetie! Life doesn't have to be about being squished! Step out. Be heard. Listen to yourself! Find your security in the refuge of our Father. Don't be buried between a lot of things you think you have no control over."
We do have control. We do, you say? Absolutely. The control is to give up control... and turn it over to our father.
Not squished (today, anyway),