Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Letting it fly and the unforced rhythms of grace

Last week, my sister and I were talking about how this pandemic is really beginning to weigh heavily. I'm sure that's true not only for us, but for many. It has to be a heavy load for health care workers and other essential services personnel who have been staring it down for months. I thought of this post from the archives and wondered if it might help us all refocus. Peace and grace, friends.

While looking for a photo on my husband’s phone, I found these pictures and remembered my granddaughter saying, “Mimi, come swing with me.”

And so, for a few minutes, I put aside grown up ways, and we pumped and pushed, flying higher and higher―back to the ground, face to the sky. 

I wondered how long it had been since I stared straight up into the tree canopy to fall leaves quivering on the limb and me lighter than air, forgetting all about that big bundle I’d been carrying.

When we finally stopped, I recognized those few minutes with my feet off the ground provided a divine interruption to my diligent burden carrying.
Where was that bundle, now, anyway? Perhaps tossed aside as the arcing swing delivered me into God’s grace and rest.

Maybe it wasn’t just that sweet girl asking me to swing with her. Perhaps God himself was saying, “Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly” (Matthew 11:28-30).

Oh, to live free and light, learning those unforced rhythms of grace.

Every day.

My hands are on the ropes, my rear is in the seat, and I’m poised, just about to push off again, letting it all fly.

Join me, won’t you? 

No comments:

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...