God Fathering | Bouncy Ball

Are you afraid to take a chance?

Steele was hanging on to a couple bouncy balls yesterday when we went to pick up AJ from school. What three year old doesn’t like bouncy balls? When we got out of the car and waited by the gate for the bell to ring I started to show him the bouncing potential that lay before him with all this flat concrete. I gave the ball a small bounce, not even head high to me. I could see the worry in his eyes.

There was a lot of risk to actually bouncing the bouncy ball and Steele knew it, and it was at the front of his mind. He knew how fun it was to get the ball bouncing way up in the air. But what if he lost it? All it would take is one little crack in the concrete and it could take a bad hop into the street or on the roof. What if one of the other kids took it?

That ball was made for one thing…to bounce. I didn’t pressure Steele into bouncing his ‘precious’ and risking it, but I pondered what he might be thinking.

Security and assurance can be good things, but they can also rob us of life.

A bouncy ball can fill you with more life and joy in a couple of minutes of bouncing than a lifetime of sitting in your pocket_