Letting Go to Say Thanks (Day 17)


My knuckles clench, holding on for dear life.  On my teacher’s command, I tug the colorful, taut fabric to the ground.

I sense the parachute will sail away if I’m not vigilant with my elementary-school grip.  When my color is called, I zip under, bolting for the opposite side.  A few of the kids meander around underneath, looking up at the colors.  Some giggle as the group pull-down leaves them trapped, their little heads burrowing under the slick fabric like gophers underground.


I look back on this, inspired to think about it from my friend Curt’s photo, and can’t help thinking how I missed the point.  

A parachute, with its rainbow colors and tent-like arch, is supposed to be FUN.

What if instead of worrying about everything, I got caught up in the colors, scrambling back to the edge of the parachute, giggling like a gopher for once?  What if I let go, and simply said thanks?

Look at the lilies and how they grow.  They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. (Luke 12:27)

Today’s Thanks:
The prettiness of the ice
Homemade hummus
A movie in the middle of the day 
A red pot of soup

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