angels wings and hurdles

Life can, and will throw you all kinds of stuff. Good stuff, fun stuff, sad stuff, bad stuff. Stuff, consumes our life every minute of every day. What happens to all that stuff? Sometimes it piles up. It becomes a big mountain of stuff! What can we do with all that stuff? We can get a shovel and start digging our way out. But where to begin? If we start at the bottom of the mountain all the "stuff" comes crashing down on us. If we start at the top we see no way to the bottom.

I rather picture a field of green beautiful grass, and trees gently blowing in the breeze. Colorful fragrant flowers dotting the landscape. Butterflies fluttering about and even honey bees gathering pollen to make honey. Birds singing there songs from the trees. Before me I see hurdles. They are not hurdles that are to high to get over, reasonable height, reasonable lengths apart from each other. The course awaits me and there is no one with a starters pistol pointing at the air saying, on your mark, get set, go! It's not a race to compete with others. It's my own personal race in life. I can go at my own speed. Faster on this stretch, slower on this one. I can't see the end of the race. I have no idea what lies over that hill, or that turn. I just know that I have to get on my best running shoes and begin. I need to get down on one knee (or maybe both) and say a prayer to my almighty saviour to guide me, lift me up, and help me along the way.

With a sigh and a deep breathe I can begin now. As I approach the hurdle the adrenaline starts, my heart pounds, my brows sweat. I can't close my eyes for I might fall over the hurdle and be flat on my face. So I look UP for strength and help. And then it happens! By the grace of God I sprout angels wings and before I know it my feet aren't touching the ground and over the hurdle I go. Landing safely on the other side of the hurdle my feet are firmly planted on the ground, I am over the obsticle that was "stuck" in my way. Fully intact, and no worse for the worry. My heart is relieved and I throw my fist up in the air and leap with a resounding YES! I can do this.

There are losts of hurdles before me, lots to get over. I can't even glimse where the finish line is, but while I am running this race, at least I can take time to see beauty around me. I can stop to smell the flowers along the way and see the butterflies fluttering about in their care free way. I can dodge those honey bees while they gather pollen but still enjoy there busy work. I can listen to the birds singing their songs if I am quiet enough. I can smile and be glad, because I know when that next hurdles comes I can, and will get over it. And I will give thanks to the One who helps me, and enables me to sprout angel wings.