Jenga Hiccups

That moment when everything bottled up is placing pressure on the lid. It’s loosening, ready to explode. Soon, it’s seeping through the cracks of the lid, progressing into a rush. Don’t get me wrong, life is incredible, I am unbelievably blessed. But too naturally I play the game Jenga with my hiccups in life. Keeping it in one place, watching it build up, only to see it become unstable and collapse; when, I could have constructively built a gorgeous log cabin. As pressure was on my lid, I sealed myself from others, to let the tower collapse in personal worship. No greater place to take it than God. As the day wandered by, I continued to carefully remove the blocks of the tower as I vigorously practiced a new found interest. Only to complete my day with an unpredicted, but awesome, chat with a great friend. I removed the lid, and allowed remains of the hiccups to drain into a bucket of trust. But as the conversation came to a close, I calculated several conversations that I never asked him about. Ones that I wanted to dig deeper on, showing that the friendship matters to me. His patience and listening ear meant an immense amount. Next time, I will return the favor, not overtaking the conversation. I’ll make sure that I am caught up on the blog too. =P Now, as I look at my empty bottle, my disintegrated Jenga tower, I know that I am enormously blessed.