Remember Weebles?
The super cool little plastic roly-poly toy that showed up in the seventies. They were egg shaped people with an unforgettable catch phrase…
“Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down”.
I loved Weebles.
They made me feel better about my body type.
And now I wobble.
I’ve never actually been a real graceful dude, I’ve always been pretty clumsy.
I wobble.
But, I have a low center of gravity, so I can usually catch myself.
My legs are about fourteen inches long. My girth is probably three times that, So basically I’m built like a Weeble.
But, now I wobble more than ever.
Here’s the crazy thing about my wobbling..,
It’s not the disease that is making me wobbly, it’s the cure!
(Stop and think about that for a moment)
The drugs running through my egg shaped body are making my walking weirdly wobbly.
Unlike Weebles, sometimes when I wobble I fall.
I give into gravity.
I’m not crazy about that.
I want to defy gravity.
As someone told me lately,
“Everyone deserves the chance to fly!”
But gravity can get the best of me.
Here’s the crazy thing about gravity…
I’ve learned sometimes we are meant to defy it,
But, sometimes it’s meant to pull us down.
God created gravitational pulls.
They keep us from getting blown away by tailwinds and twisters.
There are times we need to be grounded.
The wobble is part of the walk.
Gravity reminds us of the need for trust.
When we hit the ground we remember that we will never leave the ground without some help.
We don’t forge our own wings.
We defy gravity when we move at the speed of Spirit, instead of self.
I presently find myself constantly looking for something to grab ahold of when I start to wobble. I need something to lean on.
I stay close to someone or something that can hold me up…
My wife, a nearby wall.
And for now I wobble,
It’s part of my walk.
But, soon…
I
will
fly.
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