Go Out and Play

Have you ever watched kids play?  Someone is always running in and out of the house and this means two things: I have flies in my house and someone is always playing outside.  Sometimes I like to sneak outside or peek out the window to watch them play.  Some call that stalking, I call it “unaware observation.”  One time it was really quiet in the house and that typically is a cause for alarm.  I called out for the girls with no answer.  I looked out the kitchen window and did not see them anywhere.  I went out the front door and walked around to the back of the house only to see them sitting together side by side just talkin up a storm and digging in the dirt.  It was so precious.  I often look out side only to see Reagan in a tree with a walkie talkie.  Who he is talking to is beyond me.  But he is so happy.  As soon as it makes me smile, a sadness hits my heart.  We don’t play anymore.  I remember running in the house as a Kindergartner to change my clothes and run right back outside to play.

When did I stop playing?
7 year old Jill did not go a day without some kind of adventure.
37 year old Jill?
Not so much.

I wrote this short piece several years ago after a very dear friend of mine shared a dream she had and it convicts me every time I think of it.
We need to get our play back.
No matter how old we are.

We took our youth group to Kings Island last week and I saw the most precious sight.  While sitting on the Scrambler, I looked over and saw a white haired little grandma, every bit of 80 years old.  Ready to ride.  As the ride started up, her hands were in the air and she squealed and laughed the entire ride.  I want to be her!!  I want to still be playing at 80 years old!  Which you know what that means?  I need to start playing.  Again.  Now.

girl swinging

There once was a woman who was heavy.
She was heavy with burdens and worries and fears she was not meant to carry.
She went to bed one evening worn down by the weight of what she was carrying, closed her swollen,
tear filled eyes and whispered a weary prayer to the Lord.

She soon fell asleep and was carried into her dreams.
There, she saw a little girl.  She was playing outside, swinging on a
swing set, her skin soaking up the warm, golden sunlight.
Her eyes were closed and her long hair was being brushed by the wind as she swung higher and higher.
As her feet stretched to touch the clouds she threw her head back with reckless abandon and
squealed with delight in the beautiful summer day.  As she stood there the woman could feel
sadness wash over her as she watched this little girl play, completely uninhibited with the world
around her.  This little girl had no worries, no cares, no fears.

It was then that the Lord appeared gently beside her and whispered to the woman.
He tenderly said, “This is you my child.  This is you when you completely trusted me.  
When you had no worries.
 This is when I had complete control of your life.  
You are not meant to take on this
world.  Your job is to give them to me.

Give them to Me and go out and play.”

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That little girl is inside all of us.
The little girl, whose biggest problem was once not having enough daylight.
Now, time is the enemy and we never have “enough”.
The Lord’s greatest desire, in fact, the very reason He created us, was to do nothing but rely on Him.
His strength.
His mercy.
His grace.
His patience.
His wisdom.

Tired of trying to do it all?
Of trying to figure it all out?
Make things happen?

It can be a heavy cross to bear that was not meant for us.  True freedom IS in Christ.  John 16:33 says He has already overcame the world and John 10:10 says God’s desire is for us to have a “better life than we could ever dream of .”
So why are we re-inventing the wheel?

“Thanks for offering God…but I got this.”

Think you can do a better job than the Savior of the world?
How’s that working out for you?

How bout we promise to spend some time discovering that little girl again, trust God at His word.
That He has it all under control.
And go out and play.

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