My son Carter loves the television show American Ninja Warrior. We stumbled on it one night and he was enthralled with the action and the suspense of whether or not the people would complete the course. Every competitor is in great shape and from all walks of life. Some succeed, some make it to the end and fail. Others barely get past the first challenge. Carter, as we watch, lives and dies with those on the screen. He cheers and gets upset. He creates courses in our house for his own challenges.
He lives to move.
I wish I could borrow some of his energy. As adults, it is easy to ware down and forget the passion we had for play and excitement as children. Our days pass like gears in a car, some neutral, some low, and some in overdrive. I spent years after losing my job in a funk, adrift and wondering when God would intervene. I learned, looking back now, that he uses all of our experiences for a purpose. He is always there. He sees us through the lens of grace as works of art waiting to be chiseled from blocks of stone.
These last two weeks have flown by. This writing business has taken up my spare time and I’m blessed to be busy. It feels good to be in motion. Maybe I’ll even catch up to Carter one day.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” –Romans 8:28