At a fast food restaurant the other day, I watched several children playing on the indoor play-land. The laughter and rowdy childhood commotion were all indicators that they were having a wonderful time. Several years ago, my little three-year-old grandson was on a playground in Fulton, Kentucky, and he was NOT having a good time. I was out on an adventure with him – just the two of us. When he began to tug on my hand and drag me toward the enormous children’s maze, I knew he was going to have a huge adventure – I just didn’t know how big! His eyes shone with excitement as he spied out all the wonders that were there just ahead of him. I was about to learn new lessons from a playground date.
Lessons From A Playground
It wasn’t long before he was high into the many mazes and tunnels that the play land offered his adventurous spirit. Suddenly from deep within the cavernous twists and turns, I heard his little far-away voice timidly calling out, “Nonna, I want you.” Then began the crying, “Nonna, I WANT you!”
I was calling out to him directions to come to the window so I could direct him to an exit tunnel, but by then he was wailing out in utter panic, “Non-na, Nonna, Nonna!” Because of a back injury, I was physically unable to get to him other than to continue calling out to him comforting words – but he was hearing none of it. Here was a quick mental lesson from a playground for me to remember. Probably in the future I wouldn’t allow my grandson to go where I could not.
About that time a young boy, about 10 or 11 years old came into the play area with his mother. “Ma’am, do you mind if your son does a rescue for me?” I instructed the boy to go find my grandson, and to ignore his resistance. Even if there would be screaming and carrying on, he was to take his hand and pull him to the exit tunnel and give him a gentle push to begin his descent. The boys’ eyes expressed apprehension, but his mother nodded that it would be okay.
As the little boy approached my grandson, the screams of terror rose to a deafening level as he screeched out, “no, no, no, no, no, no!” And then he emerged from the slide and fell into my awaiting arms of comfort!
How like I am oft times in the adventure of life when I get caught up in the excitement and enticement of an adventure, only to discover that I have become lost in the midst of it. I feel paralyzed and unable to extract myself. I am balled up in a corner wailing out my pain and fear. Then suddenly, circumstances beyond my control push me…straight into the loving arms of my Good Shepherd.
Have you ever felt paralyzed and fearful by circumstances surrounding you? Were there events that pushed you beyond yourself into the arms of the Shepherd? Others may be blessed and encouraged by your story. I’d love to hear.