Have you ever noticed that kids just seem to go for it. They give it their all. They play hard. They have gusto about life. They are daring and willing to try things. When they fall, they typically get back up and try again.
This week we got outside A LOT and that meant lots of bike and scooter rides. Along with that came new lovely shades of blue and purple on his knees and scrapes on his hands. Inevitable. Both knees also sport scars from previous accidents.
What if we attacked life with the same attitude?
What if I we were more like a child and lived life with gusto, willing to try new things, and be risky?
I know that with being an adult comes wisdom, knowledge, and responsibility. We can't quite be dare devils and may be beyond climbing trees, riding downhill with no hands, or jumping curbs on a scooter.
But what if...
What if we applied that same attitude to things that might feel risky in other ways?
What if we stepped out of our comfort zones and risked our hearts being bruised?
Have you ever really watched a toddler learning to walk or climb, a young child learning to ride a bike or a skateboard? They fall often. They end up having to get up time and time again. But, that's what they do. They get back up. Try. Try and try again.
Have we fallen down so many times that we've stopped getting back up and trying?
Have we decided being risky is just TOO risky for our emotions?
What about just trying new things or recommitting to things we put on the backburner because we failed too many times before?
Maybe we've given up on restoration in a relationship. Maybe we've given up on making better choices for our health. Maybe there's a skill we really want to be able to do, but we've given up after a few tries.
Maybe there's someone in our lives that might feel a bit risky to invest our time and hearts in because they've hurt us. Or because they do life differently than we do.
What if we lived willing to take some occasional bruises?
Today I'm asking myself what do I need to try again or try for the first time because I wasn't willing to risk enough? What have I fallen down doing too many times before but might succeed at if I give it one more try?
Where might you end up if you took off downhill riding with your hands off the handlebars?
Might you crash. Yes, Yes and yes.
But what if...
What if you reach the bottom and find it was so freeing?
Who might we bless, encourage, and inspire? What might we change in our own life?
I'm a chicken little. I definitely like my feet firmly on the ground, low speed, and in control. Total understatement.
But what if...
What if I tried something new?
More importantly, what if risked going deeper, walking in more faith, or being obedient to something God has asked but I've been too afraid of?
Our hearts might get bruised, we might fall before we stand up tall, but...
Look who is there to catch us. Walk with us. Strengthen us.
Just like my son comes back home knowing we'll take care of whatever bumps and bruises he's acquired. Whatever battle wounds need attention, he knows we're there.
No matter who has failed us. No matter how many times we've messed up. No matter how deep our battle wounds.
Our Father awaits us.
Maybe we should start living a bit more risky and living life like a confident child that gets back up even though they've crashed over and over.
I know I do.
Just by looking at my child's knees.