Today there was sudden wailing. Long and loud and oh-so-sorrowful coming from my baby (though really, he is a very grown up four year old thank you very much!). I went to investigate. He met me halfway, balling his precious little eyes (and heart) out. In his hand, lovingly cradled, was his Squishy Man. With a leak. Friends, there are only so many times a Squishy Man will squish.
He laid his treasure to rest in the rubbish bin, then came and sat on my lap for a hug. Pressing his face into my chest he wept some more. His darling heart was plain broken. Apparently this was one very well loved
In an effort to console him I suggested we would purchase another one – identical. The idea was appealing enough to momentarily stem the flow of the salty torrent. Then the cogs in my brain crunched into gear. Why not take the opportunity to create a better, stronger, model? In less than half an hour we had Squishy Man 2.0.
The new version has somewhat different features. He does not squish in the exact same manner but is still able to produce a giggle worthy face contortion. Better yet, it is made of more durable stuff. As a bonus, this model also allows for the (sneaky) addition of soothing essential oils…
The whole fiasco got me thinking.
Sometimes the Squishy Men have to die – in order to make way for something better. It hurts to let go of the old, but the new will be greater.
If you are a regular reader you will know that I have been daring to dream. I was particularly grieved at the loss of Idea2.0. God has been taking me on a journey. Each time asking me to let go of my version of the vision until finally Plan 4.0 is a goer! (Just need to finalise the paperwork).
Excitement flows through me! But this is not just about finally being able to put passion into action. It is so much more. As I handed over my blueprints, releasing the tight grip on my precious ideas, God has been able to point a few things out. Improvements if you will. He is showing me how to use what I already have. Ways to create something beautiful from significantly less. I am reminded of the old chorus…
“Something beautiful, something good.
All my confusion He understood.
All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife
But he made something beautiful of my life".
Ecclesiastes 3:11a 'He has made everything beautiful in its time'.