Coming Up For Air

Coming Up For Air

Coming Up For AirYou’re swimming in The Sea of Trouble when, suddenly, you start to go under. Miraculously, a ship is passing by. A rope is thrown over the side within your reach. Do you continue to flail your arms and go down, or do you grab the rope, and get pulled to safety? 

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We’re on this twirling ball called earth. We meet lots of people. We’re all different, and yet in many ways we’re alike. For example, when our world spins out of control (we blow it with family, friends or on the job) don’t we wish we could have a do-over? 

Several years ago I needed one. No, I was desperate for one. It was a matter of life and death. Not the stop-your-heart kind, but my emotions were stripped so raw I felt as good as dead.

I had been running for my life for so long, I knew I had to stop or at least slow down, but when I finally did, I saw that the dial on my Me-Me-Me meter had been set on sky high for years. I had waltzed into the lives of loved ones, friends and/or strangers, set “fires,” and vanished before the smoke cleared.

The insanity didn’t stop there. Ever since I was a child I had misused my talent as a performer to satisfy my need for attention. Acting pumped me full of self-importance. I dreamed of grand success. But after years of pining away for a bigger-than-life life, I finally gave up.

With a bruised and battered ego, I finally saw the razzle dazzle for the lie it was. My heart shattered, but as I searched for its pieces, a glimmer of hope broke through. I hadn’t prayed in many years, but that night I got on my knees, bowed my head and cried out. God, in His infinite wisdom and mercy gave me the grace to go forward—into the new life He had planned for me.

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No matter what the lesson, the answer is always the same.
Choose the rope.