But anyway, we go out there to walk a few holes. He takes his first shot, and then A and I take our 4-5 shots to catch up with him. We walk about 6 holes, and he never gets impatient with us. He shows me pointers, how to hold the club better, puts A's bag on his pushcart when she gets tired of carrying it, and acts like he has all the time in the world. As we were walking, I was thinking about patient he is out there with us, no matter how badly we play. He's like this anytime we go play. It's a side of him (one of his layers, as Shrek says), that I just love. Now, don't get me wrong. He doesn't coddle people, doesn't believe in it, but when it comes down to it, he is always there, being the strong and steady rock for our family. He has been, for almost 24 years now. And through this, he's been so amazing. Working on redoing the bedrooms when he gets home at night, keeping up with everything on the financial side, calming me down when I start freaking out. He's my anchor, the one who keeps me from floating away with a crazy idea. He's the perfect balance for me.
Isn't that the way God is with us? He doesn't pave a golden path for us every day, making every day a fairy tale. But He won't give us more than we can bear. Now, our version of what we can bear isn't always His version, and we may think He's given up on us. A verse that I love is Psalms 37:24. "Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; for the Lord upholds him with His Hand". This verse reminds me of a little child first learning to walk. They hold their parent's hand, toddling along on their unstable legs. Then they stumble and trip. But they don't fall completely down, because that strong hand in their little one holds them up. God won't let us live in a protected bubble, but He won't abandon us either. Not as long as we hold His hand tightly. We will stumble, and wonder why He doesn't hold us closer. But He's building us up with every stumble, helping us to see that we can make it with His help.
Everyone has been posting about Easter, celebrating His resurrection. His death on the cross, and the miracle of Him rising from the tomb, is something we should never take for granted. We need to remember this every day of our lives! We can't make it through this life without Him, and we can't take for granted what He did for us. So hold on tight to His hand, and don't let go. Every day.
very well said (written). made me think of my hubby and shooting. that's his golfing. i might be able to hit the side of a barn. we went out shooting yesterday and he too was so patient with me. my hubby too keeps me from floating away with a crazy idea.
ReplyDeleteenjoy and happy easter!
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