Blinking Lights & Backyard Swings

From our backyard playset I see our neighbor’s Christmas tree. The white lights bouncing between the blinds.

I try to find the pattern. Slow. Fast. Top. Bottom. And I push Jonathan in the swing while I watch.

This is my life. Blinking lights on a tree. Unexpected movements. Unpredictability.

Like the movement of Jonathan’s swing. Back and forth. Varying speeds. A sense of control when there really isn’t any.

And some days I want to stop. Adjust the setting. Stable. Predictable. A pattern I can tap my foot to.

But that’s not where I am. Not where God has called me. To be predictable is to not need grace. To control life on my own without needing a God that’s bigger than me.

So I push the swing. I watch the lights. And I’m thankful for chaos. Because in chaos I truly see Him. A God of order.

It’s a dance of lights. The thrill of a swing. I’m safe with Him.

“And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 1:6)

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