As the children were playing hopscotch today, I noticed something interesting. R, who prides himself in being an athlete, could not hop on one foot. Watching him try reminded me of watch Elaine (from Seinfeld) dance or Phoebe (from Friends) run...anybody remember those old episodes? It was cringe-inducing in its awkwardness.
Meanwhile, P, who has been in and out of physical therapy for the last 4 years with muscle tone issues had perfect form and balance.
Then it occurred to me...P had been shown how to do it, coached and trained. R, had never had a lesson, relying instead on his own attempts to figure it out. He has plenty of heart and was trying hard, but his form was seriously lacking. Once I showed him how to hold his foot up properly it was only a matter of minutes until he had it down pat!
There are many implications for this in my own life. All the things that I am floundering through as a wife, mother, friend, citizen of the world...things I am attempting, trying so hard, but the correct form does not come naturally. My loving Heavenly Father is watching me in love (and probably amusement and, dare I say, cringing).
So frequently I need a lesson (or two) and a safe place to practice...loving well, being patient and kind, speaking truth in love, being quiet and gentle, wisdom, self control. The form is not in me, but it is in Him. And when I call upon HIm, He is there--gently prompting, guiding, loving, cheering for me, picking me up when I fall, comforting me through the bumps and bruises.
I'd like to think He is even ready with a high five when a lesson finally gets through this thick skull.
Oh, how I appreciate the Grace-filled nature of our loving Father!