Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

6.20.2006

Behind my back

"Over, under, around and through," my six-year-old mind would chant, eyes squinting with concerted effort as I recited the words in my head.

"You have to get that wrapped," my sixteen-year old mouth would gush at the gift store where I worked. "It'll be so much prettier."

My desire to have things neatly wrapped up has existed since I was a child. (This is a particularly frustrating problem since life isn't the neatest affair.) In my lifelong struggle to reconcile life's messiness, I'm commonly left with a wonky bow that I've hastily tied, or a package that's bumpy with the contents jammed inside a too-small box. However, I've noticed that when I turn my mind from the job, God tends to wrap it up perfectly.

I decided to give it a chance and let him make something pretty out of Kenya.

I got a job at a fantastic company where people supported my vision and lust for life.
He handed me an empty box.

Julius, Sarah and Elizabeth lit a fire underneath me about Africa, and everywhere I turned there was encouragement.
He put something inside of it.

As I shared my vision naturally with people, they financially and emotionally supported me.
He thoughtfully included the instructions so I could use it without frustration.

Not everyone believed in me, and the challenges drove me into God's arms.
He wrapped the gift in tissue paper and bubble wrap so it wouldn’t break.

I held a party that celebrated new adventures and burst with love and laughter…while raising a lot of money.
He shut and securely taped the box. There would be no reopening it without messing it up.

I saved, began my shots and did the preparatory work.
He wrapped the present.

On an otherwise uneventful Tuesday, I realized I now had all the money I needed.
He handed me the present, and it shimmered with the most beautiful gold paper.

Yesterday I received another donation, and tomorrow I get my final shots.
He remembered to put a bow on top.

On July 16, I'll get off a plane in Nairobi.
He's begging me to open it and show the world.

Today’s soundtrack: I'm Ready - Tracy Chapman - from the album New Beginning

2 Comments:

At 3:14 PM, Blogger myleswerntz said...

i love that song. they should play it for altar calls.

 
At 9:43 AM, Blogger Ally said...

Interesting...I never thought of it that way. The chorus is so mesmerizing - I guess by the end of it you'd be ready to do just about anything your heart urged.

 

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