This fall we were playing a homespun version of Frisbee in our backyard with our son and daughter-in-law and their three young children. Everybody wanted the Frisbee thrown to them. “I’m open. Throw it to me, Daddy!” shouted the Luuk and Silvia. And even 2 1/2 year-old Helen chimed in, “I’m open. I’m open!” We knew she didn’t have much of a chance of catching it, but she was eager to be part of the game. All of us had fun because every player was fully engaged, wanting to get their hands on that Frisbee and do what they could to move the game forward.
Their childlike enthusiasm made me think about my relationship with God. How often do I say to Him, “I’m open. Throw it to me.” Sometimes I am afraid He will throw it to me, and I will fumble. At other times I just hope He chooses someone else to visit the person in the nursing home, make a meal for the new mom, or lead the Bible study.
Don’t you think it would warm His fatherly heart if we made ourselves available to His will, to respond with eagerness as He directs His assignment to us? That’s the best way to know His favor and the absolute joy of making the catch and then passing it along to others who will benefit, too. And, don’t worry about fumbling – He always seems to give us another chance.
“I’m open, Father. Throw it to me!”
The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet. -Frederick Buechner
But isn’t the enthusiasm of ‘throw it to me’ a lot of what you enjoyed? For me it echoes a bit of Samuel’s ‘Here I am, Lord’.
I love being in the “game” with God. Absolutely. But sometimes I have to get over my fears – of failure, of being criticized, of doing it wrong – and I have to be willing to give up control – of my own quietness, my schedule, etc. But when I do open myself to being included and enter in with my whole heart, there is great joy! Love your reference to Samuel. That’s exactly it!
I think I misread it first through and we’re on the same page!