Mmmm, mmmm...

In Sunday School the kids and I played a game similar to dodgeball. Although, we used foam pellets. The foam pellets catapulted at one another represented problems which fly out of nowhere and hit us. When you were hit, then you were paralyzed and had to freeze. One person was 'it' and had the power to unfreeze a player, but the clincher was that the freezee had to ask for help.

This morning, I've had a few foam pellets come my way and I feel sort of paralyzed. The hits weren't so fun and soft as they were yesterday. The kids never hesitated to ask for help. So, why am I hesitant? Lord, I have a lot of questions and I know You are the One who holds all the answers and the power to unfreeze me. I'm hit!