A Thankyou to the Past

Yup - that's the one!

Yup - that's the one!

I have a problem.  It makes my lower lip stick out and wobble frequently.  A small child with a sticky face, pigtails and torn up knees somewhere deep within is yelling “it’s not fair!  I don’t fit in!” 

I hoped I would grow out of this   Isn’t 43 a little old for this stuff?  I’ve always felt excluded and like I don’t belong.  Wherever I go, whatever I do, no matter how many social events or ice-breaking sessions I endure, that little girl is still wiping her tears with grubby hands and dribbling through those same old words as her shoulders droop dispiritedly. 

I was whining about this to my lovely Granny once.  She was washing up and gazing out of the window looking at the birds as I sat at the table laying forth my many grievances - "it's not fair, there's this group of kids and they never ask me to do things with them.  They're always together and I can't join in ... etc etc".   When I was done moaning she looked at me and said “Now why on earth would anyone build a lighthouse in the middle of a town?” 

Biggest light bulb moment ever!

Biggest light bulb moment ever!

At the time I thought she was losing it but today, while I was “casting my (same old) cares upon the Lord” I remembered her words and suddenly it all made sense.  Not everyone should be in a group.  Someone has to look out for the lost and show them the way.

 

Psalm 78 2-4 “I will open my mouth in a parable;  I will utter sayings of old, Which we have heard and known,  And our fathers have told us.  We will not conceal them from their children, But tell to the generation to come the praises of the LORD,  And His strength and His wondrous works that He has done.”

Today I’m giving thanks for that and my super-faithful Granny.  Again.

Flower Pearson