A science experiment started it all.
My oldest quietly set to work on his experiment. Everyone continued to work on his or her own subjects until an “Oh Wow! Look at this!”, interrupted all concentration.
All bodies leapt out of their chairs to exclaim at an amazing bubble delight. Before long each child was equipped with water, dish detergent and a straw (or two).
Bubbles formed up into mountains of airy color, swirling, clinging, popping.
Lessons were learned even if the younger set didn’t quite realize it. The bubble lesson even taught me.
Bubbles like to cling. “Keep together…Keep together,” they silently communicate.
“Don’t let go!”
“Hold on tightly.”
“If you let go, change happens.” Pop.
As in loosen my grasp on what I can control?
I need to let go of some things. Loosen my tightly gripped mind. Free God to do what He wills. Open my heart to changes, whether I see them as good, difficult or impossible. They can only grow me, change me to be more Christ-like.
Instead of clinging to my own desires. I need to grab hold of God and never let go. He is who I should be holding on tightly to. I need to wrap my heart around His, looking for the changes He desires for me. Clinging tightly to the one who loves me with an unexplainable, unconditional love.
Today I am bubbling over with God’s light and love, excepting His path for me, being translucent, like a bubble so others will see His glory.