Don’t Stop Turtle Bird, Keep Going

“Good Lord, You were made to perform.” I think this about Penelope every time she makes a stage out of the bench or the trunk coffee table … and then as Pruett plays cars, she directs him: “now you tap that twice… yep, just like that.” She’s lost in some kind of performance and I’m lost in wonder wishing I was pulling the curtain up for the great pretend stage she’s on. We rail against performance , I think because we’ve been performing for the wrong audience. And I’m not saying anything new here , but when I noticed Penelope and she noticed me watching , she put her pretend trumpet down , and shirked down into the pillow. “Don’t stop, turtle Bird. Keep going.” I sometimes feel like that. “Oh, I got carried away in that performance didn’t I.” It could be applause, it could be a glare…And either way , that moment comes when I want to shrink myself. I wish I could tell me not to do that more often. And Penelope too. You are meant to bear fruit. You are meant for yielding good things. This is how people will know God in you. When she plays the (marble run) trumpet and sings her songs and dances her dance , my soul marvels and deep calls to deep, “There He is”. And the same with you and me, do your good works, use your weird gifts, shine the light you’ve been given and shrink no longer. You were probably called to do the thing that makes you want to shrink the most. Feels scary but not if there’s no glare or applause that matters more than the smiling eyes of God watching you do what he put in there for just this exact time in history. He’s just sitting there clapping to the beat saying, “more!” “Don’t stop!”