I need to stretch.

Wow, so where to begin? Well since my last blog I have gone through some trying times and some great times, but even through everything I still see God answering my prayers on a daily basis. I know He's answering them in His time, even though I can't see it sometimes. God is good all the time, but sometimes I wish all the time was now! Stretching is a complicated process.

Ever since I was little I've taken dance classes. I was one of those little girls who loved to dance around, but could never remember what I was doing. I laugh at myself now watching old videos of dance recitals, where I'm the one on the end watching everyone else and a couple of seconds behind. Yet, no matter how eager I was to dance at class or at recitals everything started the same, stretching. In order to not hurt ourselves and to warm our body's up to the fast paced movement, we all had to stretch. Stretch our arms, our legs, our necks, our toes, our fingers, our backs, everything you could think of we stretched. Back then stretching didn't hurt. I was flexable, I was little, I was durable. Now, however, I stretch from getting out of bed and it hurts. haha.

This seems slightly scattered but stay with me.

I think this is a big reason God says we're supposed to be like little children. Because children don't have a problem with stretching. If they know something good is waiting they'll do just about whatever if they know they're getting a reward. Why do we not do that? Why do we have trouble saying 'hi' or even just smiling at strangers when God tells us to? "Oh God no, I can't say hello to them, what will they think?" HELLO?!?!?! REALLY?!!? I've had a child who I have no idea who they are wave at me and say hello, for no apparent reason other than I WAS THERE. Anyway, on a deeper level sometimes God tries to stretch us spiritually by presenting us with opportunities to seek reward. He doesn't always tell us the reward, only what we must do to obtain it, and yet sometimes we doubt Him. As if He's lying, and He's going to pull the rug out from under us in the middle of stretching and leave us akward and alone. Uh...I think not.

Anyways, I was on a rant about this, but now I'm done, before I started. So I hope this gets through to someone. I don't know, maybe it was just for me. The world will never know.