Thursday, March 31, 2011

We Wobble



This morning I was watching the clouds move and I thought about how amazing it is that we can walk upon a moving ball of rock and how babies can't get their bearings right away. They don't walk for about a year. Is it because gravity is such a human encumbrance, because we are meant to walk in heaven? Then we we get older, we get a little tippy again. Are we getting ready to be weightless in heaven?



I was also thinking about the false self and the true self. As a parent, we don't count the hugs and kisses. We should. We tend to count our child's accomplishments, their acts of brilliance, their ability to pick up on grown up responsibilities. I think the false self (the self we create and shine up so that we look good, sound good, impress) is the counting self and the true self is the hugger. The true self surrenders to holy moments and heavenly investments. The true self is the sheep that gives up control (even though I don't think we are as "in control" as we tend to think we are!)




We set out on this indescribable journey with such innocent and feeble tools. We go. We wobble here for a while. In light of eternity, it's a tiny amount of time. He packs it with generous helpings of grace and reveals to us what we can understand, which is a small body of knowledge. It's what we can handle.
Oh, He is good.

11 comments:

magsmcc said...

Yes, He is. I must read the rest of this article of yours! I would love to talk to you about this at the table out back in the spring sunshine with a big pot of green tea and some hot cross buns!

Angela said...

Oh He IS so good, as you say - and He has given us such loving friends to hold our hands and guide us when we get especially wobbly on the journey of life.

Thank you dear friend for all your encouragements as we stumble along and struggle with baby-steps

blessings xx

CollectIn Texas Gal said...

So thoughtful! Sweet little girl in her tutu and flower headband. Happy Day to YOU!

wayside wanderer said...

He is very good. I am often surprised that we learn and grow at all. They are little miracles that add up each day to something big.

Gumbo Lily said...

I love this. So true. We teeter and wobble, and only by His good grace do we ever stand and walk. He is my rock, my fortress, the lifter of my head.

((Hugs)) ~Jody

Helen said...

Thank goodness He is there to pick us up when we wobble and fall, to dust us down, to forgive us when we make a hash of things, to show us the right way and the right path. I'm so glad that He is my Dad. He's great, I love Him.

Karol said...

Thanks for the reminder to hug and for the great picture of Sam. Give a hug to all your kids for me and I can't wait to hug you in June.

Sara said...

As I wobble on, your post is a wonderful encouragement. A blessing. Thank you!

Kerri said...

I have often thought about the fact that we are all living on a spinning ball! So odd. What I want to know is how come little old me doesn't feel upside down even though I'm at the bottom of the ball?

melanie said...

He is so good :) xxx

Carolyn Phillips said...

That is a great encouragement as I wobble down life's road.

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