Like many seven-year-olds, my son struggles with controlling his impulses. He acts impetuously first and examines his behavior later. If he deems the stunt a success, as he did “stair surfing” with a sleeping bag, he’ll try it again — unless his “mean mom” intervenes. If the antic failed, like the time he tried swinging from a towel bar, he’ll count it a loss and find a new trick.
Woven deep throughout his DNA, this behavior isn’t new. He’s been perfecting it at the expense of his forehead since toddlerhood. In fact, he sported a large egg-shaped bruise on his noggin the Easter Sunday right before he turned two. His older sister, who was five at the time and twice his size, stood on the wooden ledge that bordered a small hill in front of the home we lived in. The ledge that separated the sidewalk from the lawn, stood about a foot high. After obtaining her balance, she slowly walked across the splintered beam. Not wanting to miss out on a thrill, my son hoisted his frame on top of the ledge. My hands held a camera, so I asked him to wait. I knew he needed my assistance to secure his balance before he could follow his sister.
Ignoring my advice, he took off in a wobbly, frenzied tot-sized stride. Just seconds after the soles of his shoes touched the wooden ledge, his tender forehead collided with the cement sidewalk. Dropping my camera, my fingers pressed against his collarbone just in time to slow the tumble, which lessened the the damage caused by the blow. But I wasn’t able to stop his fall.
A sorrowful wail burst from the depth of his lungs and his hot tears seeped through my blouse as I held him close to my chest comforting him with every ounce of love I owned. I did not lecture or scold him about his actions . . . natural consequence took care of that.
In that moment of temporary agony, I simply covered my child with myself, tender words, and kisses. I reminded him that he was loved.
When it comes to the issue of my own identity, my deposition is too often like my son’s. He strains to wrangle in his physical impulses, while I strain to keep my emotional liberations in check.
Too often I strained to be a carbon copy of someone I admired instead of allowing myself to feel cozy in my own skin. More than once had I hopped on top of a ledge stacked with comparisons, looking at those ahead of me and wanting to catch up . . . wanting to be anywhere but in the place in which I stood.
But whenever I rushed to claim a character trait that was never assigned to me, I’d slip, fall, and cry out for solace, not understanding why I failed. And after each fall caused by my pride, God scooped me up into His arms, held me tight, and covered me with His love.
For when I’m closest to my Father, I’m calmer and confident of my purpose as His daughter.
When I direct my spirit to God’s desires for me instead allowing my whims to reign over my heart, I stop before I fool myself into thinking I would be worth more if I could sing or decorate or solve math equations with ease. Instead, I listen when I hear my Father’s voice asking me to stave my impulse to reinvent the woman He took great care to create.
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Bev @ Walking Well With God says
Angela,
Thank you so much for the reminder that when I am closest to my Father I mirror and reflect His image in the way He chooses for me, not what I would like to invent. It’s taken a lifetime and I am getting more comfortable in the skin and spirit He’s given me. Sure, I still wiggle and squirm, wanting a trait someone else has, but in His mercy He reminds me that I am beautiful just the way He created me. I can never use too much reminding of this precept. Thanks!
Blessings,
Bev
Angela Nazworth says
You are such a beauty, Bev! Your kind, grace-filled words are a balm. I get so excited to read my comments because I know that I will always hear from you and be blessed.
Beth Williams says
Angela,
When I get super close to God and tune in to His messages for me I tend to reflect His image and His ways. That doesn’t always happen! I try not to play the comparison game much. There are times when just like your son I rush ahead of God into something I think I want. Now down the road a bit I wish I hadn’t rushed into this and squirm to get out any way I can!!
God has his ways of reminding me that I am beautiful, smart and fearfully and wonderfully made!!
Blessings 🙂
Angela Nazworth says
Thank you for sharing Beth! I love our Father’s reminders of our purpose in him. You are beautiful, smart and fearfully made!
Penny Doremus says
“I listen when I hear my Father’s voice asking me to stave my impulse to reinvent the woman He took great care to create.”
Angela, What a beautiful sentence, and a beautiful reminder. I am constantly striving to reinvent myself, never satisfied or happy with the woman I am. When I read that sentence and reached the the last six words, ‘He took great care to create,’ it was like something broke in my soul. That was, honestly, the first time I’ve ever stopped to realize that God created me, me, even me, with great care and great thought. The way I am, right now, is important to Him, and necessary for something He wants me to do. Thank you so much for sharing your words with me. They are lovely.
Angela Nazworth says
Oh Penny, I am praising God that he blessed you with those words he placed on my heart. You were created with great care and with the same attention to detail he used to create you he uses to watch over and guide you. Thank you for sharing your heart.
Carolyn says
Just want to say thank you for the reminder to accept things and people for the way they are. A wise man once said “Comparison destroys contentment”. He was right. Accepting who weand others are in Christ will bring peace to our heart and our home. Loved the stories of your little boy’s tendency to “act and then think”. I raised five boys and so I know yours is not the only one with that tendancy. I too agree, as an adult I have slipped into that catagory from time to time. Grace is a wonderful gift, isn’t it/
Angela Nazworth says
Thank you so much, Carolyn
Emily Rose Massey says
What’s awesome about this post is when God allowed me to see it- at 2:30am, after feeding my baby, and after the Lord spoke to my heart about the topic of my next book which centers around God as our Father. 2nd confirmation already. The first was hearing the song “Good good Father” by House Fires and then seeing the lyrics posted on FB show up on my feed. Yes, we have a good, good Father! 🙂 blessings, Emily
Angela Nazworth says
What perfect, but unusual timing! 🙂 We do have a good Father.