Is it that little somersault in your abdomen when you go down a roller coaster? Is it sinking your mouth into a mountain of whipped cream on a steaming cup of hot cocoa? Is it the warmth of the sun shining on your face?
The best feeling that I ever experience is smallness.
Feeling infinitely little. Tiny. Infinitesimal.
It is in that state of wonder that I can see how big the world is. I am just one of billions of people to walk on a spinning blue marble suspended in space. Every word that comes out of my mouth has been said before. There is nothing I will face that millions of other people haven't faced.
It is so easy for me to see my problems as huge, my lack of time being the chief of those. I just want to do what I love-reading, writing and, let's be honest, sleeping-but how can I when I have so many responsibilities?
This weekend at Barakel reminded me of my smallness. The snow fell in soft cotton tufts and settled on huge Pine trees. The sky was clear. The lake was completely frozen over, so my family and I walked across. What is so special about this?
Nature is a reminder that we are finite. I thought about how many people have walked under those trees and enjoyed winter on the lake. We are a breath. Our lives are so fleeting, one day gracing the earth like fluffy sheets of snow and the next day melting into oblivion. The problems that I face are minuscule when placed in the light of forever.
Jesus lifts my burdens. When I feel infinitely small and fleeting, I can marvel at how magnificent and eternal my God is. Thank you Lord Jesus for lifting the cares of my heart and giving me yours.
Charles Spurgeon gave this benediction when preaching on Matt. 11:28:
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