I did not sleep enough last night. Five hours of sleep may be enough for some, but not for me. However, when I tried for a while to go back to sleep after waking up at 1:00 a.m., I realized that it was not going to happen. I might as well get up and work for a while. My schedule is flexible. I can go back to bed when I get tired. This is a wonderful freedom, and I should not take it for granted. Thank you, Jesus!
So, I got up, drank two cups of coffee, graded students’ assignments for several hours, did my 12-step report, and sent out readings from a couple of 12-step books—Answers in the Heart and A State of Grace.
The reading from Answers in the Heart for today, spoke of being ourselves and being okay with being ourselves. The author used a strange and wonderful phrase to describe how we ought to think of ourselves. We should regard ourselves as “. . . this strange and wonderful creature.” I often think of myself as strange, but wonderful?!? Not so much.
And yet, in Psalm 139:14, we read: “I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.”
The psalmist confesses that all God’s works are wonderful, but he also realizes that he himself is one of those works. He was wonderful and wonderfully thankful. And I am wonderful as well. And so are you.
“I am strange and wonderful” is my mantra for today. May it be yours also.
And now, good night, all you strange and wonderful creatures. This strange and wonderful work of God is going back to bed.
“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.” (Psalm 139:14, English Standard Version)
I have so many good relationships, good work that I get to do, and good things. And yet, I continually struggle with regret and resentment. I really need an attitude adjustment.
I just reached out, took my coffee cup by the handle, and had a sip. Then, I put the cup back on the mug rug. . . . There! I did it again!
These are amazing and complex actions. They involve all kinds of muscles, the names of which I don’t even know. These actions took forethought. In addition, there is hand and eye coordination.
To be able to do these things without anyone helping me is an amazing grace. I have been doing these wondrous things for decades. Why am just now noticing their wonder?
When I am inclined to be a willing prisoner to my own feelings of incompetence, when I am gripped by regrets and resentments, I need to meditate on some small, but wonderful thing. I may soon realize that this “small” thing isn’t small at all, just wonderful.
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