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Letting Go

For my party I ordered a number of helium balloons. One of them was a foil balloon with a clichéd 70 adorning it. By the day after the party, all the other balloons had lost their buoyancy and looked like any air-filled balloons. The foil one held its head high and floated about the ceiling, trailing its long ribbon behind it. After another five days, however, it was past its prime, tethered to the ground by the weight of the ribbon.

It reminded me of myself, now past my prime. Although my health is good and I have outlasted some of my contemporaries and near-contemporaries, I am certainly not the woman I was in my prime. I seem weighted down by life, experience, the past, society as it is at present, and nostalgia for the way things used to be (or at least the way I remember them.)

I took a pair of scissors and cut the balloon’s ribbon close to its mouth. Up it popped to the ceiling again.

Two scriptures come to mind.

Isaiah 40: 31: “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles” (KJV) Our Father works gently with us and, if we trust Him, He does cut away the things that weigh us down and turn our eyes away from the world and rather to Him.

Philippians 3:13b: “…forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” (ESV)

My Prayer

Lord Jesus, sometimes I do feel weighed down by life and circumstances. I come to You so that You can cut away the unnecessary ribbon that holds me down. May I get into the habit of waiting on You every day so that my gaze may be upward and not earthward, forward and not backward. Amen.

The Parable of Balloons

Image by Artturi Mäntysaari from Pixabay

The Kingdom of God is like a bunch of balloons. They are different colours, different shapes, different sizes and different appearances but, unless they are inflated, they are nothing but a gaudy mess of limp plastic. When the Breath of God fills them, however, they become a symbol of joy and fun. They denote party, celebration and special occasion.

From the balloons’ point of view, this process might not be comfortable. They will be stretched and they might do everything in their power to resist. It may even be painful. They may be afraid they will pop as they continue being stretched to their limit.

Our loving Heavenly Father knows exactly what He is doing. He will not allow us to be stretched beyond our limit and He is patient and gentle with us, taking time to stretch us a bit before fully inflating us.