Linking up with Kate Motaung and a host of word-loving, Friday-loving bloggers to share our, mostly, unedited take in 5-minutes on the word prompt Kate provides. Ready?
I remember my childhood prayer, “please don’t let me be any taller”. The prayer said sometime around 6th grade when I was taller than all the boys and no one told me they’d grow over the summer and surpass my 5’4″ stature by start of Junior High. God answered that prayer.
Step stools come in handy around my house as I reach to put things on the upper shelves in our closet or to reach the seldom used items in our kitchen.
Climb became a necessary skill, not a fitness hobby.
Lately my reach has been going backward as we’ve celebrated a union and a birthday that turn our minds toward the past, remembering meaningful moments, special people, God’s gifts showered on us.
It wasn’t too many weeks ago my reach wasn’t good enough to get an item from the top shelf in the grocery store. I asked a tall man in the aisle if he could reach it for me and he kindly obliged. These days we are the ones reaching the past for mama as Alzheimer’s has taken her reach. She can’t reach back or forward. She is the best example of living in the moment. It is how she lives and reminds me how this is really the only way to live. All else is foolish pride.
As often the case, a song plays over in my mind, a favorite these days and a beautiful reminder of God’s love:
There’s no space that His love can’t reach
There’s no place where we can’t’ find peace
There’s no end to amazing grace
I Am, David Crowder
His is the reach that extends all boundaries and barriers and gives grace that brings peace. For you and me.