Conqueror of The Slide...

Sunday night, instead of doing a bible study we acted out skits of bible stories. Some did the prodigal son, Noah and the ark, and a few others that I can't really remember. However, ours was David and Goliath. So Emmy, Lindsey, Kaden, and I acted out a skit of a bully on the playground(they had to be modernized). So of course I got to be Goliath and Kaden appropriately enough, David.

The story obviously stuck with me until Monday morning. Monday morning is Pop in Play at work. For a certain amount of money parents can bring their kids in and play on the inflatables for an hour and a half. For a few weeks now there has been two grandparents bringing their grandson in to play. The boy however wouldn't go down the slide by himself. So week after week the boy and his grandma would go down at the same time. But, Monday, there was about ten minutes left for the play time and I had noticed that the grandma had began to make special efforts to get her grandson to go down by himself. It started of going down side by side. Then with him just holding her finger. Then going down with his eyes open. Then with his hands up. Finally she got him to go down by himself. You should have seen the look on his face. He was no longer scared. He had conquered the slide.

I can't help but relate this to our everyday lives. How many times are we too scared to take the jump? To ask her out. To ask for that raise that you so well deserve. How many times are we too scared to swim out into the open waters. I recall a certain fish touching the "butt" at this analogy. But seriously, how often do you think we go around life scared? Do you think it would help us if we knew that God had us by the hand the whole time? I'd like to think it would.