I’ve never been very good at it.
Not that it actually mattered, but playing Frisbee just never seemed to be something I was very accomplished at doing.
I’ve tried throwing left handed.
I’ve tried throwing right handed.
Often, once the plastic disc leaves my hand powered by all the skill I possess at that moment, it heads in a different direction than what I had planned.
On some occasions, I have watched a Frisbee floating beautifully in the air on its prescribed course, only to see it suddenly lift higher as it flies.
At this point, it seems that I remember a common saying: "The wind got it."
I believe this to be true.
No matter what course the Frisbee is on, wind is a critical factor.
Wind or no wind, good at it or not, Frisbee is still a fun game.
Our youngest son happened to bring his Frisbee into the house today after school, placing it on a chair with his backpack.
Raising children to love God, be respectful citizens and care for others is quite a task.
The responsibility of it all can feel heavy at times.
Questions like, "Did I handle that right?" "Should I have been so strict?" or "Who will they turn out to be?" can crop up in our minds unexpectedly and at any moment.
We are not alone in the process, however.
God is with us to guide us (and them) as they grow and mature.
Raising children can be likened to a Frisbee throw—
It is God who places the "Frisbee" into our hands for a season.
(It really belongs to Him the entire time.)
We desire to make the very best possible throw, sending the Frisbee on exactly the right path.
(The path that leads to faith in God and a relationship with Him.)
With all the skill we know, we send it sailing into the air.
It’s out of our hands then.
We stand and watch, praying for the straight path, crying out to God is we see it begin to wobble, cheering as we watch it soar.
A Frisbee that we have set in motion is still on its own in the wind.
There’s one comforting and powerful truth that cannot be changed…
It is God who controls the wind.
Even when we fail at our attempts to guide our children in a way that honors God, He has the power to intercede and raise them up above our mistakes.
As the Frisbee suddenly rises up to a higher level than we projected, in thankful reverence we can look on and say, "The wind got it."
God not only controls the wind, He IS our Wind, lifting us higher and higher.
Anyone for a game of Frisbee?