There are lots of babies and toddlers in my family these days.
And lots of relationships.
Two mamas (Rachel and Emily), then Gaga (their mother), Grandma (my mother), Uncle Mike and me, Aunt Amy. I savored this role when my nieces were growing up, and now, again, with their children as a great aunt. But unlike the mamas who still call me Aunt Amy, their girls simply call me “Amy.”
What? Just last week when I visited Gaga’s house, Fiona and her cousin, Lilly, looked at each as if they couldn’t believe their luck and shouted, “It’s AMY!” as if I were the best thing since Cheerios. Is this that same little girl? Disappointed, I let my empty hands fall away—yearning for that sweet tickle and a quick cuddle before she barreled ahead to start exploring.
Fiona isn’t typically timid or shy but once in awhile, she assumes that role. She holds back. Like most toddlers, she chooses her moments and sets her own safety zones. She clutches onto the familiar. Stares down the aggressor and refuses to throw herself into the adventure. Sometimes she can be coaxed. Other times, any effort to draw her out only makes her more stubborn and determined to stay put—arms length away from me, or Grandma or even Buddy, my dog, which she adores.
As I reflected on this moment, I realized that many of us are like Fiona when it comes to pursuing our potential. Sometimes we race ahead and meet it, seeing the possibilities and delight in the embrace. We stare at each other, unable to believe our good fortune, and pursue it with gusto. In other moments, our boldness fails and fear takes root. We stop, backtrack to the familiar and say, “No.”
How many opportunities do we lose out on because of this?
How many times have I done this?
Too many to count.
I KNOW God has a personal, more-than-I-can-ever-grasp, plan for my life and I’m ready to meet it.
That’s when I move forward in my writing career.
I surround myelf with encouraging people.
I relive past adventures and cull out messages I feel God wants me to share.
I update my progress on facebook.
I even try to market myself.
That book God desires me to write is within my grasp.
Then, without warning, I hesitate.
I pull back.
I fall behind.
Doubt sets in.
But that’s not what I want. What I know we all want. What is just around the corner if we only step out from behind the Gagas in our everyday lives.
If we let our hands reach out to the sky.
If we let the butterflies invade our bellies.
Our hearts will feel.
God promises He will give us the desires of our hearts.
Trust the Lord. Lift your arms. Let the ride thrill you.
Be a participant. Not an observer. Or half-hearted. Or an uninterested rider.
You’re not too young. And not too old. God loves to delight us — at any age.
Then God takes our response and shares it, like a spotlight on Him.
Don’t watch others have all the fun. JOIN IN.
Lord, let me step out in faith toward my writing (without turning back) and accomplish Your goals for my life.
People, don’t let your empty arms fall and wish you had that ___ (fill it in with whatever your dream is).
What IS your dream? What dream do you long to run forward to meet? Share it in the comments and I will pray for you.