21 February 2011

Brick Wall

I was just pondering life. Specifically my life, and this little analogy came to mind. I actually think it's spot on to how I feel right now which really makes me excited because usually my analogies require a lot of stretching for them to make sense at all.

Anyway, right now I feel like I'm standing before a brick wall.

I'm not talking a brick retaining wall. No, I mean a legit brick wall that's, say, 10-15 feet high. And it stretches on either side for forever, or at least too far for me to walk around it.

The thing is, I want to get to what's on the other side of that wall. Now, mind you, I have NO CLUE what is on the other side of that wall, but I do know that I feel impelled to get to that side. To see what is over there. To fully experience life. Because up to now I've only been able to experience what is on my side of the wall. But I know that there is a lot more on that other side if I could just get over there. And I feel like God is calling me there. He wants me to come to that other side. Probably even more than I do.

The tricky part is I can't go around the wall (it stretches for seemingly forever, remember). And I can't go through the wall because I don't have any tools or any cool superpowers.

So I stand before the wall and look up. Because up is the only way I'm getting over it. But up scares me. Because up is going to be a lot of work. If I could walk around the wall, it would be easy. Because I know how to walk. And even if I have to walk a long ways, I'm experienced at it. I know I can do that.

And if I could somehow go through the wall, that would be great too. Because either a) I'd have some wicked awesome superpower that would let me do it, b) I'd have power tools that I could use, or c) even with just a chisel I could take my frustration out on the stupid wall for being so difficult.

So really, my only option is to scale the wall myself, which makes me really nervous, or just give up. And I don't want to give up. But I know it's going to be really hard and challenging and long if I try to do it by myself. Which means, in turn, that I need help. And I don't really like asking for help either (stupid feminist ideals!).

But it looks like that combined with faith and trust are my only options.