tiny sentries

It is more than a week since the clay sculptures I made have been out in the world.
I have thought about them everyday, to my surprise. You may remember that I was worried about their well being before I sent them out.
But now I think of them as tiny sentries watching over me and the world around them. I know this is ludicrous. But the change in my attitude to them is important.
I had thought they were vulnerable - and indeed they are - but they are also representing something strong. They are out in the cold and the wind, standing firm. I checked on them both today and they are still fine. They are starting to look like they belong there - almost.

So where do I belong? I definately belong out there too. I long to be so steady and reliable that people can depend on me to watch over them, but I often fail. I hadn't realised quite how much I depend on the steadfastness of my God until these tiny sculptures began to represent God to me, rather than representing my own journey.
But of course, as a follower of the Way I am seeking to imitate Christ, and I hope that the Spirit of God dwells within me in such a way that the Fruit of that God shows through my actions.

I am hoping that the next week produces more observations a I watch these little sculptures watch over the world around them.

And maybe I will be clearer about my role in the world too! Just maybe. And maybe I too will be brave enough to be steadfast in my vulnerabilities.