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Letting Go of the Security Blanket

What have been some of your turning points? When did you experience a moment and you knew life was changing?  Even in the very middle of these events you recognize the significance.

We have had one of these turning points this week.  The end of an era is upon us.  Our baby girl is growing up.  We knew it was bound to happen it just seemed like a giant step toward “grown-up.”

Elizabeth Jane just announced to me that she had really gotten too old for her blanket.

For a few years I have been expecting this time to come.  Honestly, as of late, I had started to think she may not ever want to get rid of it.  Every time I would wash it I would think that soft pink blanket would come out of the machine in pieces.

Mary Taylor was 10 when Elizabeth Jane was born.  I made the blanket for Mary Taylor and she kept it on the foot of her bed.  Mary Taylor wanted the new baby to have her blanket.  There is really no telling how much time Elizabeth Jane has spent with the blanket.  As a baby we swaddled her in it.  As a toddler she drug it a thousand miles.  It was a bit like a princess with a long, soft, pink train flowing behind her everywhere she went. The last few years it has lived in her bed or with her as she was waking up.

Every single night she has slept with that blanket.

When she announced to me the time had come her mind was completely made up.  Some dear friends just had a baby girl and I wondered if she was thinking about giving it to their baby.  She was not even considering it.

She said, “Mom, I have really gotten too old for the blanket.  I want you to take it and put it up in my baby box in your closet.”

End of subject.  No tears.  Not one more thought.

So I washed it for the last time and placed it on top of our dresser.  Isn’t that funny.  I did not want to put it up in the closet just yet.  Just a few more looks.  I may rub it myself a few more times.  It is a little hard to type with these tears in my eyes.

At the very same time that I am sad, I am also really impressed with this sassy young lady.  Elizabeth Jane had thought this through.  She realized she was growing up and  was OK with it.

She is truly brave.

I wonder about the areas I need to be brave like she is.  Are there places in my life were I have held on to something that I really need to let go of?

What am I finding my security in (short of the Lord)?

  • a full or moderately full bank account
  • a great doctor’s appointment
  • knowing the cabinet is full of groceries (or stockpiles)
  • being a certain weight on the scale
  • having the “right” people around or on my friend list
  • a big pretty house

This list could go on and on.  One person’s security may be totally different than another person’s.  What pushes my insecurity button may not be an issue for you at all.

Do not misunderstand.  It is not that these things are inherently bad.  In fact they can all be good things.  Caring about finances is wise.  Feeding our families is important.  Taking care of our health is smart.  Having friends and a home are precious.  It is when these things become our personal “security blanket” that we have to check our hearts.

Maybe like Elizabeth Jane, it is time to take a long honest look.  She knew she did not need that blanket anymore.  She knew there really was not security there.

So I am going to hug the blanket close, and put it in closet in the baby box.  While I am there (it is one of the few quiet places around here) I am going to take a honest look at what I find security in.  I am hoping that I find that I place my security in God, who truly is our only source of real security.