Life is full of them. Sometimes, we make our own to share with others. When they're a good thing, they are fun and memorable. I hope my latest escapade will be one memory I take with me the rest of my life.
There's something many people spend their whole lives looking for, and die without finding it. Others are given it at a young age. Most of the time, it's found in the most unlikely of ways—in the most likely, in fact the only, place. Peace. God's the only holder and giver of peace in our world, but it can take us the very longest time to give up whatever we're already holding in our hands and take the rest he offers. We are all little monkeys, our hands stuck in the jar because we're holding too many cookies—but we can't bear the thought of giving up a single one. It can take a bite, pinch, or burn of our hands to force us to let go and take our hand out of the jar. But when we do, we realise there's better things to be found all around, without the restriction of the jar. In this analogy, the jar represents the things of our world, small and confinable. God's world, when we look at it from His eyes, is infinite: the possibilities go on for eternity.
In every one of us, we find a double standard. Though certain things we trust God for completely, we don't seem to feel he's capable of handling all our problems. Some things, you see, are just too important to let anyone else take care of. But God doesn't like to see his people stuck with their hands in the jar—and he'll do whatever it takes to get that hand out, no matter how much it hurts.
I've spent a long week in three different states of our USA, and more than that of mind. I feel different inside. It's a good change, though. More to come later.