Swingset Kid

I´m a swinger. I swing from the purest peace to the deepest doubt in God´s plans for my life.

Praying the other day, God brought me to the playground. Whenever I picture a playground, I see in my mind the monkey bars, slides, and teeter-totters of my old gradeschool. That´s where He brought me.

I was this kid sitting on a splintered board, suspended between two links of chain. My knuckles were white and my fists clenched around the metal loops. Two little legs were pumping furiously, but the swing wasn´t getting too much altitude. My efforts to gain height only resulted in jerky, useless movements.

Meanwhile, the Lord was standing behind me in silence. He was watching my futile attempts to gain speed and height with an amused, but sad look on His face. His head was shaking slightly from side to side. It took me awhile before I noticed His big, capable hands resting in front of Him. I realized that they were exactly what I needed to really get going....so, I asked for a push....and that´s when things really got moving....things got exciting and fun...almost dangerous, but I screamed in delight, "Higher, higher!"

I know this sounds like a cheesy email that gets forwarded from person to person (and if you don´t forward it to at least 10 people, you surely must not be a Christian!), but this is where God brought me the other day while we were talking. He clearly wanted me to realize something, that the words, "Daddy, can you give me a push?" aren´t that hard to say...and who knows, maybe if I ask really nicely, He´ll throw in an underdog or two.