Silverstrands.org is designed as a place for stories, insights and prayers that reflect on faith through aging eyes. I have been thinking today that, as I grow older, I am seeing that there is a story much bigger than I have ever before grasped and that my part in that story is much smaller than I have recognized.
I don’t’ say that because I feel insignificant in the eyes of God or have a diminished role to play. It is more about realizing that God is in control over the things that are too big for me to imagine and still attentive to the unique design from which He made me. He will fulfill His purposes for me and I will be empowered to be His image bearer when the Holy Spirit so directs.
He is relentless is giving me opportunities to release perceived control over that which I have no control. His love longs for me to be free of the burdens that contribute nothing to the story line.
Is there a sense in which this is like becoming a weaned child? Is there a trust that knows the mother is there and will provide what is needed when and where? Is there, then, no need to cling or center on self?
Psalm 131 says: Lord, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I don’t concern myself with matters too great or too awesome for me to grasp. Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself, like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk. Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
Have you experienced this as you reflect on faith through aging eyes?
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