Open Hand

Last evening, my little 34 month old son waved goodbye to his red balloon he was given earlier that day by the nice gal at the local Trader Joes. He asked for stickers and got a balloon, the color of his choice.

He played with it most of the day. Bouncing it off the ceiling, then grabbing the string to do it again and again.

Took a long nap. Greeted mom when he awoke. Showed her the gift.

Then, he took the balloon outside and let it go.


I hope I never forget that moment.

The colors, his expression, his eyes full of joy, his hand waving goodbye to the red balloon, ascending into the blue sky.

At first I was sad for him. The balloon was lost. But he was not sad. In fact he was happy. Is was as if he needed to do release it. To give it freedom. Before it deflated.

So I let this notion wash over and through me. The thought of the kingdom is entered like this little one, came along side too.

Wow. Something to receive. Like a gift.

Just wanted a couple of stickers.

But the kingdom showed up.

Let it go.

Let it be.