Going a little deep today:
Our youth minister planned a ski trip to West Virginia for this weekend, and our older son, Hank, was to attend. I am a wretched worrier when it comes to my children going on trips without me. Yes, I worry about safety, but also about their smells, manners, sloppiness.... In Hank's case I wonder who will ride in the helicopter with him when he is airlifted to a hospital in Charleston because he has snapped his leg in half. There is a precedent. Worry is in my hand basket. At Bible study Wednesday night Beth Moore talked about unforgiveness. She said that if a person holds on to unforgiveness, she can't hold on to Jesus. Hmmmm. I sat there thinking that I have a hand basket of items that keep me from holding on to Him. Let me unpack it: anger, fear, worry, eating disorder, sadness. I understand with my head that Jesus will bear these burdens, in fact, he wants to bear them. I just don't have the slightest idea how to make the transfer. What's in your basket?
The trip was canceled!
I had to laugh when I filled out Hank's ski rental form. It was one of those that's carbonized and has little boxes to fill in, you know, one letter or number per box. Now remember, this is a form for renting skis or snowboards. The place to record the age of the renter? Three boxes!