My wife Mary and I are in a small group. We are using a study guide where we read ahead and answer questions in preparation for the next weeks meeting.
I am in my usual place, sitting in the recliner, my dog Piper snuggled in and asleep next to me. The reading light is behind me so as I write in my answers in my study guide, my hand causes a shadow and I can’t see what I am writing.
I have been writing words on paper since I was about 5 years old, okay 6 years old. I wasn’t the prodigy like my son Aaron who was reading and writing at 3.
I should be able to write and trust my hand is doing what my brain is telling it to do, by without the visual feedback of seeing where the pen is and what I have written, I find it challenging to continue.
This seems like a metaphor for something. Like maybe these very posts. I write but I don’t get a lot of feedback so I don’t know if “my hand is doing” what my brain is trying communicate.
I think maybe the metaphor fits a lot of life’s efforts, like child rearing. We blabber on and on to our kids, doing our best, trying to instill and install the good stuff, and keeping them out of the bad stuff but it’s all done in the shadows of the business of life and we won’t know if they got it or what they got until the light shines on them as they live out their own lives. By then, the ink is on the page and we hope we got it right.
To my kids I say, your mom and I love you to the moon and back. We tried to introduce you to our best friend and savior Jesus. Please forgive our failures and foibles and hang on to the truth of the Bible. Sometimes the shadows of life kept us from seeing what we were writing on your little hearts.
The book of the Bible we are studying is Philippians.
I leave with the one verse that stood out to me from my study.
“For you have been given not only the privilege of trusting in Christ but also the privilege of suffering for him.”
Philippians 1:29 – NLT