Define: Nearly Crushed

I just looked through my old posts, and saw something about when JD and Becca dropped a boat on me. I don't think I ever properly told that story.
(I also came across this, which I had completely forgotten about and when I remembered, it was hilarious.)


Last summer, I did the Bible stories for day camps. One day, the story was about Jesus calming the storm. I thought it would be cool to have props (as I had been making the other counselors act out the stories), so Todd, JD and I dragged a rowboat over to where I would be telling the story.

I thought it went really well, I splashed water on the counselors (wind and waves, right? Just making it more believable.), which they were not thrilled about (not my fault it was cold. Plus I thought the shrieks added to the overall effect.).

After we were finished, Becca, JD and I went to put the boat back. At SBC, there's this boat rack thing. There are two long pieces of wood a few feet off the ground, and the boats are flipped upside down on top of them for storage.

My plan was to take the boat out into the water, flip it, and put it up, like you do after you've used it for actual boating. This was not JD's plan.

We carried the boat to the rack, but it was backwards. JD put the nose down and started flipping it over. I quietly said that I didn't really think this was a good idea, but we braved on. Until the boat was vertical. Then I mentioned that it was going to crash over onto the boat rack. To which JD said someone should go to the other side and lower it down. Since he and Becca were busy holding the boat, that left me.

I, again, said I didn't think this was a good idea. But I went to the other side, and they started tilting the boat towards me. And just a few seconds in, I knew I could not hold it.

"Guys, guys, it's too heavy GUYS!" And then there was a boat falling on me.

I dropped to the ground, but my elbow got crushed between the falling boat and the one already on the rack next to it. I pushed the boat off, then laid on the ground, cradling my arm.

The first thing Becca did was look under the boats and laugh. She still says, "The boat was falling, and then you were just gone, and I looked underneath and you were laying in the mud." I can laugh with her now. At the time...no.

I army crawled out from under the boats with one arm, sure that something on the other one was broken. It bruised immediately, and my whole arm was tingly for days.

And that is the story of the time my best friend dropped a boat on me.

Define: Meaning

I've been realizing the last few days how much I really miss being close with God.


Through talking with Becca, and that TFK song, I realized how not tight we are.


Again.




I've already typed a book about what happened with Becca, but that TFK song was amazing too. I think that it's probably written about someone's wife or something, but to me it's more about God.

I like the part that says, "This place is many things, but I can't call it home, home is the place you are." I've gotten really wrapped up in drama about me moving out of my house lately, but in reality, it's not that big of a deal (I've noticed that I have been overreacting a lot lately). My real home is not even on earth; it's where God is.

And I like the lines that say, "I've done a few things that I wasn't proud of, I've said a few things that hurt you, but you're still the only one who fills me up, and all the tears that we've shared were worth it."
We've all done things we aren't proud of. And those things have hurt God. We don't always stop to think about that side of our actions. We get pretty wrapped up in their earthly effects. God is the only one who can fix us, though. He is the only one who can totally recharge us.
And it's not like He's sitting up in heaven just watching us mess up down here. He is involved in our lives, He cries when we cry. We do share tears. He doesn't enjoy seeing us in pain, He is in pain right alongside us.


I want God to be my heart, to be the one when it all comes undone, and even when I've got things together (if that ever happens...). I love talking to my friends when things are rough, but they're not the ones who can really fix it. My Father is the only one who can do that, and I want my heart to be just like His; I want Him to be the one in everything that I do.