A few years ago I moved twice in one year. At one point I had my belongings in four different places. Our old house in NY, our rental home in Massachusetts, a storage room at our church and our new home we had just purchased.
So….long story short, when we purchased the new home in Massachusetts, I put a lot of “stuff” in this huge attic space above the garage until I had more time to sort through and find permanent homes for these earthly treasures. This wasn’t a bad plan; but, it did lead to many trips up and down the attic stairs. Those unstable wooden steps had great potential for disaster and I was very aware of this for many trips but it only took one flying trip for the disaster I mentioned to become reality. I was not Mary Poppins and did not have an umbrella to land safely. Instead, the hard landing placed me in bed and unable to walk, a trip to the doctor and a pair of crutches.
Well, this temporary standstill in life was not what I had in mind but it was my fate! I really like to move and I like to move fast (obviously) so this was a challenge for me. What did I do besides bemoan my fate? I used the time to write, to pray, to connect with friends, to dream, to put action to some things I had not had time to implement.
Sometimes I do wish I was Mary Poppins and could handle everything as smoothly as she did with not only her umbrellas but a spoonful of sugar, feeding the birds, and flying kites. However, real life is too often full of a spoonful of struggles, pesky mosquitos, and tangled webs!
Oh, I wish for each of you that your summer has been full of a spoonful of sugar but reality forces me to believe some may be experiencing a spoonful of trials. I don’t get it right every time but when I can see my spoonful of struggles as God’s way of moving me in His direction, I fly higher!