"YES!" Pee-wee states in desperation. The absolute in his world would have to be that dang-o beloved Red Racer. His first love has been stolen which forces him to scour the cities nooks and crannies, desperately leading him to be huddled around a crystal ball. Madame Ruby convincingly tricks Pee-wee into thinking she really knows the whereabouts of his bike. She feeds Pee-wee what he needs to hear in order for her to get what she wants.
Life is so much like Pee-wee's Big Adventure sometimes. We all have a "first love", something that we cannot take our mind off even if we tried. Whether its a bike, a person, a faith, a drink, a thought...we all have been Pee-wee at some point of our lives. We will make the puzzle piece fit, even if its not the right peace, i mean piece. We sometimes even know the truth, the reality, but until we find that puzzle piece that makes us satisfied, we just don't stop.
I pulled a Pee-wee sometime ago. It was with the idea of a boy. A boy with a job, great hair, friends, jokes, ideas...all the things that could make you interested in someone. However, I saw what I wanted to see. I thought it was kinda odd how he managed to bring me into his world, yet keep me at bay. I heard what I wanted to hear. In reality, I knew I would never fit into his trendy-jet setter world, but yet I tried. He kept throwing me breadcrumbs, so I followed.
Have you ever got your brains scrambled riding the teacups at the fair? Eventually, you get your wits back, but for a moment, everything is a blur. That is how my Pee-wee moment went: Super excited, waited in line, its my turn (finally), get in, latch the door, and we're off! Spinning, oh this i fun, kinda, well, not this, wait, whats going on, can i stop this thing? wheres the exit, i hope i don't puke, okay okay, i'm feeling better, won't be doing that again.
And I haven't, for the most part. I've really really prayed for my heart to be protected, as the Lord knows I do a terrible job at it. I did learn huge lessons like calling things what they really are. I tend to be optimistic in the ideas of things and people, which is normally a great way to pursue life, but with relationships, its just to hairy-kairy. My "first love" priorities were outta whack. I needed God to be the center, the first, the alpha, the springboard for everything else to fall in line. Life makes more sense when I allow it to flow that way. My brain makes more sense.
So whats your "first love"? Is it scrambling your brains? Get off the ride and take a walk with a God that loves you and wants you to be truly happy.
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