The Worry Balloon

So, yesterday I got a bit peeved at my man. I skulked off to the park to cool down and decided to do a little meditation and prayer about his attitude.  (wrong approach)

I was laying down on a park bench table contemplating the beauty of the trees against the sky (and inwardly cussing someone out in my head) when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that there were colors that weren't supposed to be in the trees. 

No, I wasn't seeing red. I was seeing pink! And yellow, and orange...  

It was balloons.  

Over the weekend some local church had held an event for Mustard Seed.  

(I'm too lazy to explain it so I just linked it to the site.)

Anyways there were vendors, and bands, and all the great kind of carbohydrates designed to add lumps under your clothes. It was a happening place to be that weekend. 

All that's left of the fun now is some confetti mixed in with dirt and pine straw and a couple stray balloons snagged up in the park's huge pine trees.

As I was laying there on the park bench table watching those balloons and trying to pray nicely about my worries and junk to my Lord and Savior. (Without adding cuss words in my prayer) A thought hit me. I dunno. Maybe it was Divine. 

I just remember thinking "This would make a great blog post!"

Ok. Say that your worry, anxiety, drama, whatever is like a balloon. And that damn balloon stresses you out SO bad. Seriously. It's always bobbing up in your face at the most inopportune moments, rubbing your hair and making it static so when you open a door you get the shock of your life, and just basically annoying the crap out of you. It's driving you crazy. 

Then one day you hear a voice saying. "If it bothers you that much then let it go already! You're the one holding onto the stupid thing. Give it to Me!"

And it's like a light bulb clicks on.  

"Of course!" you think, "It makes perfect sense! I'll just let the damn thing go!" 

However, when you go to release it you find that your hand has been angrily death gripping the string; locking the joints of your hand into place.

"Oh crap!" you think to yourself. "I'll never get rid of this balloon! And now it's hurting me!" 

You cry out for help, for strength, for something to help you let go. Miraculously God, gives you the strength in your other hand to help un-pry your locked up fingers. 

The balloon floats free. 

But here's the tricky part. 

Sometimes when you let go of your balloon it'll float away into the air to pop and never bother you again. But sometimes it won't. Some balloons might get tangled up in a tree. It's gone, but you can still see it. Reminding you of all the times it plagued you. 

Taunting you.

You get angry of course, and decide you want to climb up that tree and take it back to teach it a lesson. You'll show it this time! But while trying to mount the tree, you get messed up in some poison ivy. And get a couple thousand splinters. Plus to top it all off the branch you just grabbed, snapped and you landed on your butt in an ant bed.

I guess the point I'm trying to make is : 

When you let go of something, sometimes it hurts you more trying to grab onto it again than it did when you had it in the first place.

In this story... God is like the tree. It's a test. Do you trust him enough with your worry to let Him have it? Sometimes He'll take it away completely.  

Pop! 

Sometimes He won't to see if you trust him. That worry? It's not going anywhere. When you gave it to Jesus He grasped onto it firmly. And soon when you stop focusing on it you'll look up to see that it's been deflated and not even there any more. 

At least that's in this girls opinion. 

So. What do you think? I know it's not the best written and probably doesn't make ANY sense AT all. Oh well. At least I tried. Ha.

Do you think it hurts more to try and take your worries back?

Fun facts :
1. You can replace balloon with worry and it still flows pretty good! Aw yeah. 
2. It took me almost 10 hours to write this post. I was being stubborn and procrastinating at the same time. 
3. I wrote this post to avoid doing my World Civilization 2 home work. 
4. I feel like I write about balloons a lot. This is disturbing. And somewhat weird.