In high school, before Baby Think It Over, there was a week every year where eggs were toted around in miniature car seats, where desktops had bassinets to keep one's b-egg-by safe, where parenthood was demonstrated in a "next best" way. Only in that week would football players skip the high fives, cheerleaders wear backpacks instead of their symbolic cheer bags, couples meet for custody exchanges instead of spit swaps on the black top. The b-egg-bies ruled campus.
Your grade was dependent on your ability to keep your b-egg-by whole, without a blemish, dent, or scratch. You named it, you gave it a face, for a week, you protected it as the fragile little egg it was against a wild and unruly world.
I hated that week. Everyone was so edgy about their egg, so over-concerned with their grade.
Fragility annoyed me.
In youth group, our hearts were like the eggs. Needing to be guarded, to be protected, to be safe-kept. There were monthly suggestions and sermons on how to do this just right, how to be pure, how to be the perfect gift for your future spouse. Books were released daring us to kiss dating goodbye, encouraging us to be beautiful ladies-in-wait, discouraging dating because it is just so casual. Your heart, it's a fragile thing not meant to be broken, only made whole by the one He made for you.
Fragility disturbed me.
I knew God made us to endure hard things. He made us to live in a world, broken and sinful, in flesh that is stubborn and wild. Our flesh can be beat. Illness and disease are probable. Age will slow us, aches will befall us, circumstance will muck up the plans. But our spirits, they are anything but fragile. I believe He made us to thrive in bringing Him glory, not to wilt, break, and die under pressure or storm or frustration.
Fragility isn't me or you either.
We will bend, chip, dent beneath the weight and heaviness of happenstance. Life will bore down on us like the sun on leather sandals, leaving marks, lines, patterns, but it is those very things that make us each unique in Him. We weren't meant to live protected, in our zone of comfort and ease. We weren't promised perfection, a buffer of spirit and peace. Instead, we were dared to do the hard shit, baring the heaviest and scariest of the thick.
Fragile's a mindset, not a characteristic.
And in the case that fragility is simply our state. May we remember we're wall-sitting Humpty Dumpties taking great falls, but He is a King whose horses and men can put our splintered selves back together again.
--------------------We are back from Costa Rica (safe and sound) but have been go-go-go since landing, so the recap of our trip and our thoughts on the Rich Coast will come on Wednesday!