You know the phrase “something fell through the cracks”? Well, I’ve been thinking about that. There’s the deck/boardwalk stage of life where, yeah, you might drop something every once in awhile and it rolls away from you and tumbles down a crack, but those cracks are pretty tiny, so chances are you just drop the thing, chase it, dig it out of the crack, and move on. Then there’s the railroad-bridge stage of life. The cracks are a little bigger. If you drop something now, you probably don’t have time to pick it up because there’s a train coming, so you let it fall into oblivion and keep rattling down the road at breakneck speed, trusting all those steel supports and trusses to hold up what’s important. Then there’s the “Tarzan swinging from vines in the jungle” stage, where the whole world IS a crack, and you’re just swinging through, grasping whatever you can get your hands on/every rope God throws you, and hoping you stay alive.
I think we’ve traveled the gamut this year and are now somewhere between stage 3, headed back to stage 2, hopefully someday stage 1. Maybe. 🤔
Deep motivational thoughts by me as I lie in bed listening to kids who are up too early and battle-planning my day. Also, maybe that’s the Christmas card I’ve been trying to write. 😂👊🏻
