Half Cracked Window

A Reflection on Control and Surrender

Today was the first day in a while that it has been sunny and beautiful.

Of course it is everyone’s reaction to roll their windows down and blast tunes, at least it is mine.

As I was looking around, everyone (including me) had only their windows cracked, not all the way down. I had mine cracked because I did not want the wind to mess up my hair.

I wondered why others had theirs cracked as well.

Was it the same reason as mine?

At times,

I am a half cracked window on an early Spring day.

My fear from letting the fullness of the wind mess up my hair,

prevents me from allowing it to go down all the way.

If it is all the way up there is no air,

But I am not quite there.

I can’t see His glory,

And how much He cares.

If it is half cracked,

It is right where it needs to be at.

Still in control,

The plan is still mine.

And if it is all the way down,

It might cause a frown.

My plan slips between my hands.

How often do we prevent the fullness of His glory from totally captivating our lives, because we are afraid He might disrupt our perfect little plans?

Lets take it to a smaller scale, how often do we let His Holy Spirit move in us and disrupt our schedules to preach the good news to: a coworker, a person in the grocery store, a person in the gym, or wherever our schedules take us.

How often do we let God in just enough to feel Him, but not mess up our hair?

Oh beloved,

It’s time.

It is time to let Him in,

To roll the window all the way.

To mess up our hair,

I promise you won’t even care!