~"I don't always get the "letting go" comments either. I mean, I know that what people mean when they say it to me is that I should "drop the bone," "stop snarling and chewing on it," lay it down and let the Lord have it, for God's sake...to "stop turning it around and around, chewing it to death" and "just let it fall."
See, I know that's what they mean, or I couldn't type that. But, I am stubborn and I want to fix things all the time...even though I can generally suck at it.
So, I carry the blasted bone around forever, as if it will grow a new steak for me to eat or
something...it doesn't. So, why drop it and walk away from it?....because it is making my head spin, that's why. I can't even stand the smell of it anymore and the flys are buzzing me like jetfighters...so why drop it...so I can back up from it and stare at it from farther away? What good will that do me? Not much. Just a boring and wrotten old bone.
So, maybe I'll walk away over here for a while and just look back over my shoulder at it. Maybe, if I don't keep an eye on it, it will disappear, and
that could be really bad! I've spent so much time with this bone it means something to me. Carrying it around is what I do, it's who I am. So, I'll glance over and check, now and then.
I can't go too far away.
You know what? I AM getting hungry! My mouth is empty now, maybe if it is just gonna lay there, I can step over here and have a bite of something new and fresh, a drink, too ...
just for a minute. You know, I probably can get through this narrow door over here, since I dropped that blasted thing. I always wanted to check that door out, for some reason. It's almost like something calls me. I bet I'll fit right through this opening. hmmmm.....I wonder.....yep.
Guess I should peek, see if my bone is still over there or not. But wait, WOW....look at that view from this room. Freed from carrying the bone around I fit into this room and found this AWESOME window! hmmm...
look! There's another cool window over here.
I hope my bone is alright. Look at all the things in this room! WOW! I have been nextdoor there, stuck, holding that stinking thing for soooo long. I never knew all this was here. Hello? Who said that? Your name is what? Jesus?! You mean that You have been waiting in this room all along?!
Too whacked. I have been over there begging for You to help me for a long time...and You were right here? WOW! Why didn't You answer me?
"Who do you think sent those flies?"
You did? Well, thanks. Do You think my bone will be alright?
Mmm..hmm. I've been waiting for you. I was calling to you, whispering, actually. You could hardly hear Me. Or could You? Now that you let go of your bone, I picked it up and reshaped it. You are not wrong. It does mean something to you, because it helps to define you. Don't be afraid. You will remember it, so, I'll take care of it for you. It will always be a part of you, you know? Not a really pretty part, but it will help you to become the you
I believe in. I want to make it easier for you. I decided to improve you with it. I found a place to fit it into your life.... in your ear. It is different after today, an ear bone. It strengthens your hearing now. Bet you can really hear better! I hooked
this ear bone right up to your heart. When you hear sounds that remind you of carrying it, you will know a new kindness, a wise gentleness and a tender compassion toward those who make the sounds. You will be able to hear them better than most.
What? No. You don't have to hold it, now, or look after it anymore. I'll carry it with you, and for you, when you like. You don't have to be alone with this anymore. It is a part of
us now. Now that you've come here, you know where I am. I'll always be here. We'll be together. Thanks for laying it down and dropping by. I think you can come and go with this now, don't you agree? You want to check out the other doors you fit through?
She walked over and looked out the window. He whispered a blessing and she heard Him! She was free.
Once in awhile she hears a bone fall, or the muffled growls of those stuck in doorways because of their old, stinking, wrotten burdens. She grows so warm and soft in her heart when she hears them. She can remember her hunger and her thirst, that small place, so alone, and her feeling of being locked in. It always makes tears well up in her eyes. She moves closer in to Jesus. She loves Him so, they are inseparable these days. She holds His hand as she listens. Then, she gently creeps over to see... she whispers prayers that they'll let go and blessings, too....
or prays for flies.""~
by GabrielleAngelo Bow'nDownMudworks c.2005