Sunday, September 20, 2015

The Marooner's Stone (#SmallWonder Link-up)


(Welcome to #SmallWonder.  I'm happy you're here. This week I'm re-sharing an old post as I put my time and energy into preparing for a retreat this weekend, co-led with Laura Boggess, "As a Little Child.")  

Wendy knew the story of Marooner's Rock. It was named by evil captains who abandoned sailors there. They would drown when the rising tide covered them.  

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Soon after the dinghy was gone, two feeble cries drifted over the lagoon. "Help! Help!" Peter and Wendy lay on top of the rock. Peter was wounded, and Wendy was tired and weak. . . .

"We have to get off the rock," Peter said. "The tide is rising. Soon we will be covered."  

"I am too tired to swim or to fly," Wendy said weakly. 

"And I don't have the strength to carry both of us," Peter moaned.  

"Then we will drown," Wendy said.

They put their hands over their eyes to shut out the horrible thought.

Something touched Peter's cheek. He opened his eyes. A kite hovered over the rock. Its lone tail had brushed Peter's face. "Michael's kite!" Peter exclaimed. "He lost it the other day, but here it is!" He pulled the kite toward him. "We shall use it to carry us home."

                                                        - from Peter Pan, by J.M. Barrie

It's only Monday, but, already, I feel the water rising.

There’s too little time, too little money, too little of me to go around and I’m stacking sandbags in my mind, guarding against the scarcity of my own limitations.

There are days when it feels like I live on Marooners' Rock, days when it feels that the tide is constantly rising, slowly licking at the small space I've secured.

But at least I'm in good company, because so many of us live this way, don't we?

Believing the lie of too little, we hold our breath, shrinking back from the shrinking shore, moving from crisis to crisis as, surely, the water rises.

Like Peter and Wendy, we are tired, we are weak and many of us are wounded.

"We will drown," I say with certainty as I seal the envelopes that carry the checks to the electric company, the phone and natural gas.

"I am too tired," I say as I climb the stairs again to face the fussy child who will. not. sleep.

"I don't have the strength to carry both of us," I think, as I look at the long and weary face of my tired husband whose head aches nearly every night of the week.

Isn't it illuminating that deliverance for Peter and Wendy comes not in the form of increased strength or personal exertion, but rather in the playful and gentle nudge of Michael’s kite?   

Most often, when I grow weary of my self-imposed exile on Marooner’s Rock and finally, at last, lay my head down in surrender, grace and deliverance arrives disguised as the gentle voice of playfulness, the invitation to imagination and creativity.   

The more I tend playfulness through prayer and creativity, the more I’m able to reject the lie of Marooner’s Rock.  The truth is we're not abandoned, we're not alone, there's always Someone waiting to carry us home. 

Playfulness requires trust and surrender, a willingness to live openly and unabashedly hopeful in the sheer goodness of the moment and it’s here that we find deliverance, here that we find a wind strong enough, gentle enough to carry us home.

Is there a practice of playfulness or creativity that helps you find your way home?  I'd love to hear about it in the comments . . .

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Welcome to the #SmallWonder link-up.

What if we chose to deliberately look for the small moments of wonder, the small sparks of presence, of delight or sorrow, of true humanity in which we meet God? 

That's my proposal - that we gather here each week to share one moment of Wonder from each of our days.  

You're invited to link-up a brief post about a small moment of wonder.  Don't worry if your post is too long, too short, or not just right - you're welcome to come as you are.  

While you're here, please do take a look around and encourage at least one other blogger with a comment.  


5 comments:

  1. Kelly, I am so glad you re-shared this post. This is a powerful reminder that we often do not need to exert ourselves more but trust Him to bring us the deliverance we need. And often, deliverance can come in the most unlikely ways. A wonderful thought to start the week! Blessings as you prepare for the retreat!

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  2. Kelly, this is the first time for me to read this post, so I'm glad that it's here. To be honest, my first response was that I really need a kite to show up in my world! Then I remembered -- God is the one who shows up and gives hope. There are times when I wish He would show up and FIX everything, but, by faith, I am thankful for His presence and the fact that I am in His hands.

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  3. This is so true, Kelly: "playfulness requires trust and surrender..." Yes! And therein is the freedom. xoxo, see you soon!

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  4. Kelly, I love this post, especially this quote, "The more I tend playfulness through prayer and creativity, the more I’m able to reject the lie of Marooner’s Rock. The truth is we're not abandoned, we're not alone, there's always Someone waiting to carry us home." I think you'll enjoy the Artful Story--Journalling FB page...it's very creative! Many blessings to you and your sweet family ❤️

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  5. This is utterly beautiful, I relate to the daily struggles, my husband so weary at night, wondering how we do it all sometimes in the upkeep required to raise a family..when we return to resting in God's love, those winds come with His everlasting grace!

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