Once again I got in line, some people in front of me and others behind.
It's a horrid line to be in. The place it leads to brings pride and despondence, both.
Because in some ways I'm not so good. I don't have a home full of order or pizzazz. I don't have perfectly behaved children. They need haircuts and their clothes don't always match. Sometimes they say and do the wrong things. Lots of times I fail to train well, to lead them correctly or prepare them for what lies ahead.
Yet in some ways I seem all right. The neighbor kids in the apartments come inside and look around...."Wow, you have a nice house." My children don't normally curse or perform mean actions against others. They're pretty smart. Sometimes they say amazingly wise and insightful things. By God's grace, sometimes I get a glimpse at beauty growing in them and me.
Pride and despondence.
Neither from God.
I hop out of line and return to the well.
Where I'll never measure up but it's okay. I don't need to. There's no one behind me and no one in front of me.
Only worshiping Worthy Jesus,the God-Man-Who-Measures-Up, Who obliterates all lines.
I drink His living water.
He fills me with hope, humility, wisdom, love, righteousness.
Back in the place I belong.
3 comments:
I find myself in this line way too often, Dayna. It can be a debilitating place to linger. Thank you so much for sharing! Such good reminders.
Love you guys! ....and miss you!
--Katie
Thanks for this - the images resonate with me! I am struggling this week with dwelling in the place of all that I wish I was and need to drink His living water also!
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