My Hero!

There’s an old skit, made popular on long bus rides to summer camp, that goes something like this.  Take a bow tie, or a piece of paper pinched together in the middle to resemble a bow, and hold it against your head.

(in a high, helpless voice) “I can’t pay the rent!”

Switch the bow to your neck.

(in a low, demanding voice) “You must pay the rent!”

Continue alternating the bow between your hair and neck, to go with the two characters.  Don’t forget to change your voice too.

“But I can’t pay the rent!”

“You must pay the rent!”

Switch the bow to your lip, making a dreamy mustache.

(in a gallant, I’m-so-handsome-I-can’t-stand-it voice)  “I’ll pay the rent!”

Back to the hair.

“My hero!”

For a visual aid, I've also included this awesome youtube video, 

featuring Joe and Maia's take on the classic:

In hero stories, people may pay a little attention to the damsel in distress, but really all the excitement is centered around the hero.  How strong!  What expert timing!  What a good heart!  WOW!

Last month, sitting on a plane as it landed in Iowa, I thought, ‘Are angels cheering for me?’  

I hadn’t been on a plane in almost a year.  The last time I was on a plane, it was a nightmare of anxiety and I had a panic attack as soon as I disembarked.  I was nervous about being on a plane again, and about returning to Iowa, a place that represented a difficult, lonely season of life.  Making it through that plane ride felt like a huge accomplishment.  

I tried to imagine the scene in heaven. 

I saw angels watching me land, bursting out in wild celebration, and saying to the Lamb on the throne, “You did it!  You did it!”

I smiled and decided to join in.  I walked the airport concourse singing, “You did it!” to the Lord.

My hero! 

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