Flapping in the Wind

In 2017, when my son turned 50, we celebrated in Zihuatanejo, Mexico -- a trip full of sunshine, salsa, and a whole lot of "you only live once". That’s when my family dared me to go parasailing. No hesitation. I suited up, strapped in, and took off soaring like a bird— or so I thought.

But somewhere between bravery and the beach, the harness slipped and, well... let’s just say my dignity started flapping in the breeze. My legs dangled like spaghetti noodles and I was painfully airborne, praying I wouldn’t fall right through that contraption. I wasn't soaring -- I was suspended, squealing, and seriously reconsidering my choices.

It reminded me of the clothesline at our Dallas home growing up -- Mama’s linens flapping in the breeze like they had someplace important to go. They twisted and twirled but stayed tethered -- just like I did, by the grace of God and a questionable waist strap.

Some days, we all feel that way. Dangling. Drifting. Like a windblown sail going nowhere. Maybe you’ve lost your anchor -- a spouse, a job, a child who’s moved away -- and now you’re left holding a rope with no weight at the end. The silence is louder than a stadium. Your soul aches to hear, “You matter.”

But let me remind you:
You do matter.
You are seen.
You’re not flapping alone.

The Lord of the wind and waves sees you -- right where you are. Jesus promised in Matthew 28:20, “I am with you always, even to the end of the world.” That’s not poetic fluff. That’s a lifeline.

And Isaiah 41:10? “Do not fear… I will strengthen you and help you.” He will.

You may be flapping, friend, but you're not forgotten. He is your anchor, your sail, your compass -- and your safe landing.

So flap if you must. Squeal if you need to. But don’t let go. You’re tethered to the Hope Giver -- and He's never letting go of you.