I recently moved and due to the fact that it is a safer area than where I lived before, I can once again take walks early in the morning and (about 40% of the time) even raise the activity to an occasional jog.
So I walk on the sidewalk (the small cement strip beside the tarmac) and watch my feet. Subconsciously my mind directs my feet to fall between cracks. It is the game we played when we were little, but it is ingrained now I guess. My feet rarely touches the imperfect parts…and I realize that is the way I live…or aim to live.
I try to be perfect. And frankly, it can trip me up! If I’m going to try walking faster, my feet will never keep up the pace AND keep on missing the cracks. Sooner or later I’m going to have to forget the Rule of the Crack…IF I want to get somewhere sooner rather than later that is. In my day-to-day life I’m not much different. I worry so much about taking a misstep (a wrong choice, a burnt bridge, a loss of temper…) that mostly I don’t do much of anything except amble along. I’ll even get frantic at missing opportunities…but my fears about mistakes will keep me from embracing opportunities that do arise.
But luckily God is gracious. It is as if He keeps certain things there long enough in order for me to catch up even through my slow pace so that I can taste the goodness and maybe have more faith next time to up the tempo towards my next goal.
And He shows me that the cracks aren’t that bad. Recently I made a quite a few mistakes: moved to a place I probably shouldn’t have, completely messed up at work, lost keys, scratched my car…all in one day (of course…isn’t that the way it always happens? =D ). And guess what?
The world did not come to an end
I was able to get up and face consequences (or fight through them in prayer and with God’s help)
I was not gobbled up by the evil Monster of the Cracks, not being able to cope or function or feel happiness again or not feel hope again. Life carried on despite my miss-steps. It shows me 2 things: my own strength and God’s hand ever-present!