You have probably read that worry is a rocking chair, it moves but goes nowhere. That’s true enough I suppose. A long time ago, I wrote my mother a poem based on a story I read, I may have mentioned it before on my blog but it is in need of retelling even if I have.
There was an old lady who sat on her porch in a rocking chair, she kept marbles in her apron and in her hand. Every day she would rock the afternoon away, occasionally dropping a marble into a container beside her. She did this day after day.
When someone noticed, and decided to ask her why, she answered that she was learning to let go the things she loved. She was very old, and she was expecting to die. Each marble was someone or something in her life. I never knew if there was moral of the story, or just accepting old age.
But this my take on it, she was expecting death, Jesus came to give us life. even if you are older or ill, His promises are still there for you. Things happen to people of all ages. I have always chosen to expect the best, especially from Jesus, people will let you down.
I have a Christian dream list. You would think that dreaming of rocking would be wavering or something but it is a restful dream, leaning on the everlasting arms, rocking with the rock of ages. Rocking dreams can be very good, even like a baby in a cradle. Every dream may not mean that but some do.
So, if I had a rocker, I wouldn’t be dropping marbles but the worries and cares, the fears, and problems. If you need to mention them out loud do so, name them, the problems, the people causing them, the pain, the illness or anything you need to speak to the rock about, the rock being Christ.
You know Moses was once told to strike the rock, and he did, the second time he was told to speak to it. He disobeyed, he didn’t enter the promised land. Jesus has already been stricken, all we have to do is love Him and talk to Him.
We are in a great time of year to sit on the porch and rock away our worries and cares. We don’t have to let go of the things we love, just the things that weigh us down, the baggage that is overloading our hearts, the tightness that wants to sit on our chests, let it go.
God is good at handling baggage, He loses it in a sea of forgetfulness and replaces it with His peace, peace that is given as gift by Jesus, now that’s a package, I don’t mind carrying.