It took me at least 20 minutes and a pack of Hubba Bubba to get a good picture of me blowing a bubble.
There were lots of laughs involved, but deep down, I was kind of frustrated. My husband was off to the side blowing bubbles with ease, and every time I’d get close, mine would pop! My bubble would literally burst. And I thought about how many times in life I have felt the exact way I did standing on a rooftop in front of a camera smacking gum. I’ve watched person after person blow bubbles with ease and get the perfect shot while my bubbles burst.
It’s silly, I know. I’m over-spiritualizing a bubble, I KNOW. I’m BLOWING this out of proportion (pun intended.) But just hang with me for a second.
One reason I couldn’t blow the perfect bubble is because I had too many pieces of gum. I had literally bitten off more than I could chew. And dang it if I don’t do that in my life all the time.
I bite off more than I can chew and then get frustrated watching others blow bubbles with ease because they know just how much they should chew.
Instead of wondering why in the world the person beside us is succeeding at the thing we so badly want to conquer, what if we take a step back and assess how much we’ve bitten off?
In my case, I had to literally spit my gum out and start over with a new piece. And it’s ok to let something go, spit it out, and start over. We’re humans. We have to go back to square one sometimes. Starting over is the answer to success sometimes. And Jesus is always there to meet us back at square one.
Oh, and go grab a pack of bubblegum and chew every piece and blow bubbles like a kid again. It’s fun.