Growing Up Part 2

My imagination.

Oh my.

I might add:

Oh my. 

   When I was five (or six, or somewhere around there), I figured out that I was not limited to my circumstances. Oh no. I could be anyone I wanted to. I could hold the world...every person, every path, every dream- it was all within the reach of my imagination.

     As I got older, my imagination was a little closer to home.  The situations actually had possibility.

    Of course, imagining has large drawbacks. For one thing, life has enough complications on its own – why I found the need to create more, I have no clue. Also, imagining became interchangeable with school (kind of like writing. The keyboard I'm typing on is literally sitting on top of my geometry book. Ick.) I wish I had spent a little more time doing things to contribute to those dreams – rather than just thinking them.

     Well. There. That was quite a large intro to my “growing up” theme. And I want to assure you that I think that somehow, the imagination can and should play a part in our life. I'm not exactly sure how, but God did give it to us, so I believe He does have a purpose in it. [If you know anything about this, please let me know.] XD

     But a few days ago, trying to focus on geometry, [did I mention that geometry and I have a life-long feud?] I ended up looking out the window and imagining. And then I saw something.

There was a hummingbird outside, hovering near a cluster of fake flowers. It was trying to find some nectar, and finding no satisfaction in the flowers, flew off.

I confess that it took a few seconds to sink in.

And it was if it was a message – for me.

Stop looking for satisfaction in something that can give you no substance.

Stop searching for satisfaction in something that looks pretty but has nothing to give.

Yes, I will still struggle with imagining.

God has reminded me over and over lately that He is able to do exceedingly, abundantly, above all that I can ask or imagine. (Ephesians 3:20)

God imagined my story.

Before I was born. Before the world was made.

Can I trust His plan?

Yes.

Now excuse me. Geometry calls.