Today, I heard a story that made me smile a little. A man
told a story about the fun times he had with his brother. He said one day, his
brother and himself climbed on the bunk bed in their room. His brother jumped
to the floor shouting "Tarzan". When it was his turn, he took a
blanket and jumped shouting "Superman" trying to fly with his blanket
behind him. He landed head first!
The thing is, sometimes, I feel like this second guy.
Declaring, imagining things I can do or could do. I even share it with others.
This summer, with all the leadership lessons I received and
the community living I experienced, I came to realize that, even though I thought
I had insight and thought I knew so much, all I had known before was only a
beginning of what life, relationships and everything is.
At first I was not too enthusiastic with this realization
because the confidence I have built in the things I know was shaken.
Today, I can say this, when it feels like the end in a good
or bad way, it is not finality but the start of a new beginning. Life is
exciting. Landing head-on can be tough at times, especially when it does not
happen to everybody. If I can still stand up each day, it could be better
because Jesus assures me he will never abandon nor forsake me.
I find solace.
