Recently (like last weekend), I had a Presbytery meeting in Greeley, Colorado. & For months Tommy and I talked about wanting to take Delle with us to Colorado, stay a few days after my meetings and spend some time celebrating Delle’s 3rd birthday. Every time we looked, tickets were too expensive and so eventually we moved on from it. Until… this procrastinator looked online at tickets a WEEK before I was planning on leaving; $130 round trip, direct flight to Denver. Boom. We got back on plan A and decided to take Delle to Colorado with us.
Honestly, I could go on and on about how amazing of a trip this was and how there was something so sweet about spending some one on one time with Delle. But for the sake of this being way too long of a post about how much I am obsessed with my daughter, I’ll spare you the details.
But here’s what cracked me up during our trip; all Delle wanted to do in Colorado was to go find a mountain… and SIT ON IT.
It was the weirdest thing. & for the life of me, I cannot figure out where she got this from. But she was obsessed. Really… like every mountain we saw; she wanted to SIT on it.
Tommy and I died laughing over and over again when Delle would see a mountain, point to it, and say, “I want to go sit on it.” Where she got this, I have no idea. But she was convinced that we needed to find a mountain, climb it, and then SIT on it.
Here’s the kicker/lesson/reason I’m writing about this… my knee jerk answer was to say, “No Delle, you can’t sit on the mountain- It’s too high, too long of a hike, too big.” Or correct her- “No Delle, we don’t SIT on mountains, we just climb them.”
So, what’s the point (or really why on earth am I telling you this story)?
>>> Because, I want Delle’s bravery. <<<
The bravery to see something big and beautiful and want to go after it. To accomplish it. To embrace it. And not just that… but SIT ON IT. Embrace it. Live on it, rest in it.
& that’s not a word you hear much these days… REST. But sitting involves rest. It involves taking in a moment, experience, or accomplishment. So I desire to SIT, to rest in the accomplishments I’ve made and be brave enough to go after more.
And I want this not just for me but for my daughters as well.
To encourage them to dream and to dream big, impossible things… not just the things that are easy, accepted, or normal.
In fact, I don’t want them to be or live normal, easy lives. Actually that was a lie. Yes, I do deep down in my heart, want their lives to be easy and normal. I want to protect them, put them in a bubble so no one will ever disappoint, hurt, embarrass, or discourage them.
But more than that deep desire to protect, I have a piercing passion for them to love the Lord with the kind of love that cannot be contained, understood, or quenched.
The kind of love that embraces a challenge. The kind of love that is so brave and aware that when God says “Go,” they Go. When God says “Climb,” they climb. And when God says “Sit,” they sit.
Bravery. It’s not easy. It’s terrifying. And it’s the most exciting adventure you (or those you love most) can embark upon.