Guest Post by Heather Speer
“You will find that it is necessary to let things go simply for the reason that they are heavy.”—C. JoyBell C.
Every time we carry in the groceries, I wait for it: Laura’s lament as she totes in a case of water and three bags on each arm. As we struggle to open the doors leading to our apartment, invariably she growls, “I hate heavy things!”
And every time she says it, I think of this story.
Here at Goose Hill, I like sharing a good story—even if it’s someone else’s. This someone else happens to be my older sister, Heather. She wrote this a few years ago on her Facebook page (January of 2013), and it’s been on my mind lately.
I’m thankful for the children God has given me. Through them, He teaches me so many lessons about how I respond to Him.
On Thursday of last week, Asa (4), Ava (2), and I went into Old Navy to get a birthday present. The kind cashier offered a balloon to each of the children. (Old Navy’s balloons have plastic sticks on them instead of string. This will be an important detail to remember.)
We had gotten balloons from there before, and the sticks had turned into fighting weapons in the van. But since the stick battle had been a while ago, I thought it would probably be okay for the kids to have them.
When we got outside, I was holding Ava’s hand with Asa right beside me. Traffic stopped in three directions for us to cross. But suddenly, Ava started saying, “My boon, my boon!”
Someone in one of the cars pointed to her balloon that had come off the stick and was blowing away.
Asa got upset, unnerved because Ava’s balloon was bobbing across the parking lot. I quickly picked Ava up and recovered the errant balloon. We crossed the street and got to the van—when Asa’s balloon came loose from his grip. He started screaming a horrible scream and running after it—toward the busy drive-through park of the parking lot.
I was scared to death because I was running after him, but couldn’t reach him. Even though I was calling his name, he would not stop.
Though I was calling his name, he would not stop.
Thankfully the balloon caught on a shrub, and he got it. When I caught up to him seconds later, he was still screaming and saying, “I don’t want the balloon anymore. I don’t like it when balloons blow away!”
Even when we got into the van, he was still upset, saying that he didn’t want to get a balloon anymore because he didn’t want it to get away.
We had a serious conversation, of course, about running across a parking lot and not stopping when I called his name. If the balloon hadn’t stopped, I have no doubt that he would have run right out into the high-traffic area of the parking lot because he was so intent on recovering the balloon.
I thought about the event all day, thinking about how small and insignificant that balloon was and how that, without too much of a stretch, he could have been hit by a car and badly hurt, at best, over that insignificant thing, simply because he didn’t want to let it go. He didn’t want to let go of his control and the safety that he gave the balloon. He didn’t want to have to watch it “go up into the sky.” That’s what he thought was going to happen. He didn’t think it was going to get hit by a car or popped by a stick; he thought the balloon was going to fly away, which it never would have done anyway since it wasn’t filled with helium.
I have replayed and replayed this in my head.
My tunnel vision keeps me from seeing the big picture.
Later that week, I felt God speak to my heart, gently showing me where I fit into this story: I want to hold onto things so tightly. I’m not talking about material things. I’m talking about people, circumstances, problems. I want to try to control the situation, try to hold onto people to keep something bad from happening to them. All the while, my tunnel vision on that thing or person keeps me from seeing the big picture. It keeps me from seeing the danger that I’m putting myself and others in by not simply letting God have it and rest while watching Him take care of it.
I try to justify my want for control by the fact that my “things” are much more significant than a balloon. But when I feel the need to take control, I am communicating that I can do a better job of taking care of it than God can—God who sees the whole big picture and wants the best for me and the others in my life. He wants the situation and circumstances to be worked out for His glory, and if I allow Him to, He will work them out to that end.
You know what happened to the balloon? Later that evening
when Asa was playing with it in my parents’ den, my dad caught it and was holding it when, for no reason, it popped!
God is in control. No matter how we try to shield, protect, and control our situations, He ultimately knows our beginning and our end (Isaiah 55:9; Romans 8:28).
A pretty heavy lesson from a simple balloon, but I expect this lesson will be replaying in my mind and heart for years to come: letting go and giving to God.
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Heather Speer is a wife, mother to the A’s (Asa and Ava), and overall busy lady (in addition to being my sister). She teaches piano, works as a