Flying Trapeze

Jeremiah 17: 7 & 8

Hi Everyone ~

Picture the inside a big striped circus tent. The crowd roars with laughter as the clowns and the elephants exit the stage. Suddenly, the lights go dim and the dramatic music starts indicating the lighthearted mood is about to change. In the spot light a muscular guy presents himself to the crowd and climbs up one side of a soaring apparatus. Then a dainty sparkly girl appears and shimmies up the other side. They grab their bars and begin the routine, swinging into a rhythm. We can hear the swish of their passing like a perfectly timed metronome. As the performer’s swinging becomes faster the audience grows silent. The crowd isn’t stupid. They know what’s about to happen.

Sure enough at the perfect moment the girl ejects herself from the safety of her bar...let this part be in slow motion in your mind...and for a moment she is floating on thin air holding on to nothing. Her arms are out stretched; every muscle in her body taunt, yet relaxed. Her only recourse is the guy on the other bar. She knows if she panics and tries to grab onto him she will risk breaking his wrist. That would not be good in her situation (not to mention I bet he won’t play with her again.) The only thing she can do...is nothing; just trust that her partner will do his part.

I read these verses this morning and thought of the flying trapeze. “Blessed is the man that trusts (dives full out into thin air, not panicking but knowing God is the muscle guy on the other bar) in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters and that spreads out her (I thought that was cool that it used the word “her”) roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.” Jeremiah 17:7&8

Wow, what a promise... if I’ll only trust! It makes it sound so simple, eh? I want to trust the LORD just like the trapeze artists trusts her partner. I want to be a tree planted by the river of water... that brings forth fruit. I want to be totally abandoned to Him.

Well, Ok then. Here is goes: 1,2,3...fly!

Hope & Glory! to You ~ Love

Rebecca