Pop the Bubble

Ever feel like you’re living in a bubble? You can see outside to everyone else moving, living, and accomplishing, and yet when you try to reach out, the bubble stops you. Sometimes it feels like it’s made of the hardest glass that will not break. Yet in other parts, it stretches a bit like a flexible rubber and you almost feel like if you hit it just right, it will tear open and you’ll be free. 

Here’s the dilemma. How did the bubble get there? How badly do you really want out? Was the bubble self imposed? Did it grow as you unplugged from others, from God, from responsibility? Did some event or some cruel word cause a wall to go up? Maybe the bubble began as protection? 

Whatever the cause, the bubble can feel safe and stifling all at once. At least, that’s how I feel sometimes. I can find myself fighting my desire to stay safe inside with the frustration of wanting more. But, the Lord keeps challenging me to pop the dome around me and really live. Live in community with others, as he created me to. To give of myself, even when I don’t feel like it. When I want to curl up and retreat into mindless activities that accomplish nothing and pull me deeper within myself, He’s calling me to turn that into opportunities of victory over the lies in my head.  

And here’s what I’ve learned. Popping this kind of bubble doesn’t always happen in one giant poke of my finger. It can slowly crack in many places as I puncture tiny holes with each choice I make to pray, give, connect, and love.  

What are your thoughts?

XOXO, 

Barb