My poor blog friends, oh how you are whipped violently from my anxieties about writing, to my fears over a new job, to my angst over letting my baby get married and leave the nest. And now this –the death of my father. I will consider those of you who stay with me to be most valiant of heart.
Hold on. Hold on, people.
Today I share with you a simple wisdom that came from the lips of my snowmobiling father:
Never let up on the throttle.
This is an easy story for those of you who grew up playing in powder, but I’m going to have to work to explain what I mean to you Texans, for whom life stops with a skiff of snow. (Skiff: A layer of snow so thin that blades of grass still show through.)
My dad snowmobiled in places in Wyoming where they put extensions on the reflectors on the side of the road, to stick above 8-10 feet of snow. When you put a heavy snow machine on top of all that powder it tends to sink. Dad would say, Just when you think you’re gonna get stuck, that’s when you gun it.
Not bad advice with which to begin the morning.
“You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.” (Hebrews 10:36 NIV)
Feel like you’re just about to sink into discouragement or failure or grief? Now is the perfect time to pray a little longer, meditate on the Bible more deeply, and practice a bit more thankfulness than usual.
He who hesitates gets stuck.