I did NOT lose my marbles

When I was a kid I was fascinated by marbles. When I saw them in a store, I wished someone would buy them for me. If I ever said anything about it to an adult (someone I perceived as having the resources and authority to fulfill this wish), they usually figured I wanted to “play marbles” with my friends.

The thing is, I did not. I’d heard about this game where an opponent’s superior play could net him (or her, but my neighborhood was full of boys) my marbles.

I was not willing to take that risk.

I wanted the marbles because I liked to look at them. I liked to feel the smooth, cool glass rolling about in my hand.

I’ve not changed much in my 50 years of life. Today I can purchase my own marbles — and I have done so on occasion. I keep them in jars or other glass containers so the light can wash through them. I have a small square jar thing of marbles in my windowsill right now.

Sometimes I wonder if I’d enjoy the marbles more if I’d been willing to risk losing them from time to time. I wonder if I’ve held too tightly to things like my marbles and thereby missed out on something greater.

One thought on “I did NOT lose my marbles

  1. Carol Krise says:

    Oh, a lesson I think I didn’t learn–to let go and allow God to bring something even better into my life. I’m too scared. I’m working on it–even at 50. I hope old dogs can learn new tricks. — Thanks for sharing.

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