In elementary school, I admired the shorter girls who, while sitting at their desks, could freely swing their feet above the floor. I wanted to be tiny. In middle school, the popular hairdo was “Farrah Fawcett wings”. My silky straight hair hung flat, not at all like angel wings, but exactly like bangs. In high school, I struggled with math, failing algebra and chemistry.
Why, God? Why can’t I be like other people? Why do some things feel impossible? And what harm would it do if I had fluffy angel wings in my hair?
The Bible says the church is a body and I am to serve as a part of it. I am not supposed to be, to have or do all things, but to honor the life God has provided me. I am learning to fully embrace this, here in my 50’s, and it feels simple and perfect.
I’ve spent too much time doubting and wondering if I was on the right track, if I should do or be something else. Today I have a great and wonderful opportunity—to hold dear my God-given gifts and purpose right now. Today. God will show me the plans He has for me tomorrow, as I fully embrace Him and the life He’s provided for me today.
But as it is, God arranged all the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. 1 Corinthians 12:18
Meeting God at the Park 