Playing in the Puddles

Are you ready for a triple shot of real? If not, then skip ahead to the weekend and come back after I’m done playing in the puddles…

Sometimes life feels like one big puddle where you start splashing around only to realize that the water’s gone up and over your boots.  That feeling? Not so pleasant.  For me, rejection sometimes feels like that.  I’m running along, playing, laughing, enjoying, only to be suddenly struck with some cold, wet reality.

In my first year of college, I found my boots flooded with dirty water.  I skated through first semester: made friends, studied extra hard, even met a boy. Come January, I found myself participating in rush. Why? Good question. I’m not a sorority girl and I knew that. But that was the thing to do on a campus with probably 90% of the students in a sorority or fraternity. So, I followed suit. Problem number one…

The thing that they never tell you is that some girls…don’t make the cut. I was one of those. After parading around campus going to the different houses for little get to know you parties, each house makes a list of those they ask back. These girls I didn’t know. These girls I met for one night. Slashed my name off the list of “wanted.” And, yeah, those cold waters pierced my skin in a not so pleasant way.

Except, the amazing part? God turns things around. I can still feel the sunshine, the crunch of grass beneath a blanket covered in books and my pink Bible laid open.  See, I used all this extra time to soak up and wrestle with God instead of running around with a sorority. He brought me  further along in the journey of learning how to turn toward Him instead of clutching some of my idols (success, money, my plans). He started me on a continual journey of learning to look to Him for who I am rather than what others say because then I can play in the puddles and if the water comes rushing, I will not be shaken.  Because see, He wants me, I’m on His list, and in the end…I am His delight.

Ready to put on your rain boots and go play in some puddles with me?

Because I know that I don’t want to miss out on some fun because of the fear of getting wet…do you?

*prompted to serve up a shot of faith by the Faith Barista 🙂

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16 thoughts on “Playing in the Puddles

  1. I love splashing in puddles… I even love cleaning up the mess after my kids splash… it’s so good for the soul.

    You’ve got some SERIOUSLY cute boots. I’m just sayin’…

    • thank you–i’ve been looking ever since I got home and am quite quite happy with these!!! plus, I got to play in puddles with kiddos today…so I KNOW what you mean about cleaning up after a good splash and how that it’s sooooo good for all 🙂

    • that’s the kicker…getting past the fear–perfect love casts out fear–so that we can truly jump in with abandon and with Him holding us!

  2. Katy — I love this post. It’s all about learning to get wet, ‘cuz it rains.. .eventho I wish it wouldn’t.

    I enjoyed your shot of faith– it felt like I was just kicking back on your couch, enjoying your company .. flashing back…

    You are brave, ‘tho. I was nervous even walking by the row of sorority houses! ;p

    • Loved the challenged and so glad that I participated! And I’m with you on the walking by the houses….they can be scary! And yes, there always seems to be rain in life…but thank goodness we can play instead of just get wet!

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