Clinched fists. White knuckles. Death grip. Holding on.
With every bit of strength I had, there I was, suspended from a rock wall considering my next move to make it successfully to the peak of my climb. Knowing that a slight mis-step could leave me falling into the abyss of blue and yellow foam cubes.
This was no time for fear, fatigue, or failure. My son's watching!
Isn't it amazing how experiences in life can so easily penetrate and encapsulate our minds as a small and subtle message for our spiritual journey?
Climbing this rock wall was to become my success story. The death grip that I had placed on the edges of those rocks, the position where I had locked my feet for safety, the ambition to swing out over the face of those ledges. It was my ability and unwavering commitment to prove victorious. For what? All for the applause and adulation of my son?
There have been so many times that I've placed my white knuckle grip on what I consider to be mine; time, money, possessions, relationships, success, without ever fully understanding that it's all simply borrowed gifts from the Giver.
Selfish. Greedy. Prideful. Arrogant. The curse has caused me to fuel my own ego with toxic thoughts leading me to chase empty illusions. To really believe that the harder I try and the more tightly I cling to what's mine would somehow leave me satisfied.
It's all a lie. This world and all that it offers, no matter how hard it tries, will never fully satisfy. And it was never God's plan for us to find complete satisfaction in what He's created. It's simply meant to point us to the Giver Himself!
And God is not relenting to make His point or prove His purpose. Loosening our grip on all that we have will always fare better than God prying our fingers from what He has shared. God is giving to make Himself known! Pursue the Giver more than the gift!
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