Living with a bump

She was his teacher from another ministry next door to mine, patiently trying to get him to come into the classroom and I had just came back from the churches vending machine to grab a pack of Reese’s cups. It didn’t look like this woman was having much success and I knew that the large group didn’t need me immediately, so I decided to see what was wrong with the little guy. I asked him what his name was, no understandable answer, just mumbles. I thought that maybe if I played a game of connect 4 with him, he’d talk a little. After one game, his older sister came out and said she’d call their mom. I told her there was no need and to go back inside of Celebration Station. Long story short, the little kid was afraid of going inside of the classroom because of a bump on his lip. To him this bump was huge and very noticeable and he didn’t want anyone to see it. If he hadn’t said anything, I honestly wouldn’t have noticed.

We all have been like this little kid, haven’t we? We’ve walked around in our everyday lives believing that people see the things on us that we try and hide but in reality, they can’t. We treat our insecurities, fears and flaws like giants in our lands. We tremble and bow down to them and keep ourselves from going forward into the extraordinary adventures we were created to embark. We become that girl that’s afraid to sing in front of a crowd because we think that we’ll get booed. We become the young man that is afraid to ask the pretty girl out for coffee because we fear being rejected for the few zits on our faces. Or even better, we become the back slider that desires to come back to God but we fear his wrath.

fear: anticipation of the possibility that something unpleasant will occur. or to feel apprehensive or uneasy. 

Do you see what I see?

The bumps on our lips have worn out their welcomes. It’s time we take an ice cold compress and press down on it or just boldly show the world. We’ve bowed down to what is seen or unseen for far too long. Our lives aren’t meant to be lived and stalled in our fears. Yeah, it’s slightly scary and we don’t know what will happen when we take the next step, but that’s the beautiful part of the adventure: the unknown. But we have to take that step, we have to not care or bend or break to the possibilities of the “ifs”.

We must take a breath and a step and a chance into the undaunted.