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Ever wonder why some people seem to be floating through life and others stumble?



I wonder this, and seek to find ways to float instead of stumble. Maybe you would like to join me in this search.

Seeking a closer relationship with God seems to allow my life to float along a little easier.







Phillipians 4:5-6 tells us to reveal our gentleness outwardly, that God is near and that we should not be anxious about anything, but through prayer and petition, we should thankfully approach the Lord with our concerns.

As a high energy person, my anxiety can run high. I am constantly seeking ways to leave my concerns at the foot of the cross.



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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Ever Reaching

Where do our fingers end?  Sometimes when I see babies fingers, so long and dainty, always reaching and stretching, it makes me wonder about the hands that made us.

What do God's hands look like?  When I was a child, I took piano lessons.  I enjoyed those lessons, but Mrs. Vantella (sp) was very hard on me - wrapping my knuckes with that ruler saying, "fingers up, dear, fingers up!" 

I remember thinking on those piano lesson days about my fingers and how they were very long (my fingers were long when I was young, they just didn't grow a lot...) but when I curved them to play the piano, my fingers suddenly became shorter.

I also would think on my walk home (3 blocks uphill) how fortunate I was that my fingers were long.  I had a friend who took piano and she could not reach a whole octave with her fingers.  I used to think a lot about how we were all made differently on my walks to and from school, piano lessons, the corner store...I had lots of time to think back then.  I guess it was the lack of ipods.  I always had a pretty good two or three blocks to the house by myself, and it was good time to think.  Today, I suppose if I were walking, I would have an ipod or a cell phone to occupy me.  I wonder if we don't encourage plain thinking anymore. 

Well, thinking leads to dreaming for me.  I would daydream all the time about this or that.  Such a great inventor of tales!  Well, in my mind, God's fingers were very long.  My fingers and the fingers of all the babies born with long fingers were just like His.  I have often wondered about the "hand of God" that they talked about in church all the time.  Really, don't you think that God's fingers are long?  I wonder what they are made of...do you think it is sinew and bone?  Do you wonder? 

Does it matter?  I don't know.  I just know this...that as a little girl, it mattered very much to me.  I thought my fingers looked just like God's.  I also thought that everyone's fingers looked just like God's.  Because I knew that every person was made in the image of God.  I couldn't explain it, but I understood it.  I still do.  We are fashioned and created and displayed as a piece of God.  We display who God is to one another.  Without the rest of us, the picture is incomplete.  Think about this: together, we make up the whole picture. 

My cousin Erin wrote a poem about our family one year.  She was an amazing young lady.  She got it.  She wrote, "When I look in the mirror I can't help but see 20 other faces smiling back at me..."  The poem was about how each of us were unique, but all from the same bloodline - all connected - all saved and redeemed - all going the same direction - all one body - all one family - and I remember reading that poem she gave me for Christmas and crying, knowing that she meant every word and how we were a microcosm of the world.

I think that we are ever reaching for God - stretching ourselves to the limit to find that true source of hope and love - and God is ever reaching for us - to save us and keep us to Himself - are you reaching?  Maybe you don't know what you are reaching for.  Take a look at your neighbor - is that it?  Take a look at yourself - are you modeling it?  Well, I think in my mind, that is what God means when He tells us to Love God with all our heart, soul mind and strength and love our neighbor as ourselves.  If we model it, then we will see it in our neighbor, don't you think?  Maybe when we look at the mirror and we see all the faces smiling back at us, we will see the love of God shining through!  That's what I see in the mirror - God's holy goodness smiling through my family in my face.  God bless and keep you, Erin Kathleen Breen.  I miss you dearly and know that you are having all the moments of forever to praise God in the highest and holiest of holy days.  I will see you someday soon.  Hold a place for me next to the rest of them, dear.  Where we go one - we go all.

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