It’s probably different for everybody. Its kind of simple for me though. I just, I take the first one I come to or the weakest one in the group and then I swim as fast and as hard as I can for as long as I can. And the sea takes the rest.
ashton thinks about this for a while and they have a real heavy moment. and the camera is zooming in on their serious eyes and capturing all the meaning in the room and ashton asks:
do you think i’m ready?
if i did not think you were ready, i would not drop you in the Bering Sea.
sometimes it feels like there’s too much hurt in this world and if i come across one more hurting person, my heart is going to crack in half and fall to my butt. so when i start to feel the overwhelmtion take over, when i start to feel like i’m in the bering sea, surrounded by drowning people, i have to remember – i have to trust that God wouldn’t drop me out here if i wasn’t ready. i have to focus on the ones closest to me, the ones who are the weakest. i need to love them as hard as i can and as long as i can and keep swimming until He takes me back up. (too many metaphors?)
but here’s the thing. i have to also trust that He’s dropped other people in with me and we are all trusting swimming and loving the hell out of those around us. i have to believe that like frenchpressedfridays says, God has come to each of us with a vision for our lives and like mary, we have the choice to say no thanks or to say “my soul magnifies the Lord.” we’re all dropped in a specific area of the bering sea with a specific set of talents, abilities and passions that we are supposed to use.
i have to believe this because there’s too many drowning people out there for me not to believe this.
another wise person said that sometimes in a world that’s bleeding out, all we can do is hold our palms over the wounds. so jump in, reach out and find a wound you can reach. find one that your individual hand fits. and hold on.
so maybe mother teresa is right – maybe God will continue to stuff people into my heart until the day i die. but the thing is, i have to remember that i can’t fix them all – i can’t save them all. but i can swim around all day, every day “preggers with grace and truth”.