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Frog Pose

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Over the past two years my secure, predictable way of life has become uprooted.  My future has become uncertain. Many roads lay open before me, but none of the pathways come with a guarantee. I like predictability. I like a good plan. Truth be told, I am a plan addict. I create plans purely for my own enjoyment. But I am currently at a crossroad in my life and I have no idea which road to take.

There is one thing that I love more than a good plan and that is the will of my Father.  Last week my husband and I went away on a spiritual retreat to step away and seek the Lord and to be silent enough to hear what He might be saying to us about this crossroad. The Lord was near. He comforted us with his love. He assured us of His closeness and did some cleaning in our hearts. But I did not hear what I was hoping for most: “Cindi, this is the plan.”  Instead He sent me a frog.

On the last morning of the retreat, I was sitting out by the pond. I noticed a frog sitting and staring off towards the sky. I sat there for quite some time, but the frog did not budge. Once, there was a loud bang on the patio. His eyes darted in that direction but then quickly returned to its gazing. I left to get my camera. When I returned, the frog was still there. I moved to the patio to read a chapter in my book. When I returned, there he sat. 

The Lord had made His lesson clear. I was not going to receive a plan, only an assignment. For the next season of my life I was to train my heart to sit like that frog, gazing at my Father, basking in His beauty and strength, and bending my ear to listen.

There is a lot of noise around me (currently a child banging on the piano, a saw buzzing in my basement, and a lawn mower roaring outside my window), but I will learn to sing with David his song found in Psalm 131, with a little personalized twist, of course.

My heart is not proud, O Lord,

  my eyes are not haughty;

I do not concern myself with great matters

  Or things too wonderful for me. 

But I have stilled and quieted my soul;

  like a frog beside the lily pad,

  like a gazing frog beside the lily pad is my soul within me.

 

Oh, Cindi, put your hope in the Lord

  both now and forevermore.

 Ribbit.  Ribbit. Ribbit.

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About the Author: Cindi Dinkler

Cindi Dinkler is finishing up her first career as a full time mother of nine. She is heading back to school to pursue a masters degree in education and to become a certified Montessori teacher. She currently works part time as a paraprofessional at Appleton Public Montessori School.

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