by Kari Diane Pike
Have you ever stopped to ponder on a piece of string? Our kitten "Jules" loves string of any kind. I have to be attentive when I wear anything with strings or ties around the house. Jules ambushes everything that dangles. Let's just say that strings about one's throat are not a good idea at my house.
But I digress.
Our lives have often been compared to tapestries -- in which every experience is a thread that adds color and dimension. Some threads itch and chafe, while others shimmer and soothe. Sometimes our threads get tangled and knotted and we have to pick it out and start over.
As a parent, I work feverishly to keep the kite strings taught so that my children can reach their highest potential. Cutting the apron strings so that those binding ties can soar higher and reach farther can be a painful, yet rewarding experience.
Right now I feel like I am facing a raging river. Great adventures await me on the other side, but the only way to cross is to grab onto one of the many ropes (made from many strings bound together) hanging from the trees and swing across. But which rope will hold?
Yesterday, after much prayer, I decided to take action. I grabbed one of those ropes and tugged. It felt strong. It felt secure. I took it further and climbed up the rope to test my weight on it. Right about the time I felt ready to commit, another rope was tossed down. I felt a little confused and decided to sleep on my final decision.
This morning, I found the first rope lying on the ground. I'm grateful I didn't take the final swing!
Strings are funny things, and right now they are tugging on my heart.