If A Fire Comes...

My daughter thinks she is an extremely fast runner. She is 3 1/2 and yes you are imagining right, the legs she runs on are still a bit wobbly and with barely the strength to push her forward fast enough to flee a determined turtle, BUT, that's not how she sees it. The other day she was in one of her favorite places in the world, perched on her Daddy's shoulders, where she was talking and making great progress on the some 20,000 words a day that girls supposedly say per day. Then, right in the middle of her dialogue she stopped and said, "If a fire comes, then we will run away really fast like I run. You know, how I run fast." Yes, she was referring to how fast she runs verses how fast she thinks that we, her fairly fit parents, run and her conclusion was: she is the faster runner. So, if we were being chased by fire, we would be well advised to run as fast as her instead of the leisurely pace her dad and I would normally flee danger.

I chuckled to myself, thinking of her perception of our family's running speed. I am a pretty slow runner. I usually focus on running far not fast so I guess I'm not too surprised by her assessment of my speediness, but her dad, I was surprised that she thought she ran faster than him. I began to wonder why it was that she thought she was supremely speedy. Then I imagined myself in her tiny body, pumping arms and legs with a huge grin and the wind blowing through her curly hair, wooshing past her ears and in her face. Yes, I can understand why she would think she was exceptionally fast, because when she runs, she FEELS fast. It feels hard and challenging. It gets her blood and adrenaline pumping. She can't imagine what it feels like to be faster. Her perception of the reality of her running capabilities is askew.

I wonder how many times I do this as a christian. How many times do I feel the adrenaline of being on stage in front of many excited music listeners or how many times I feel the "wind" of challenge blowing in my face and begin to daydream that I am the one doing all the work. I am the one who is the best. I am the one who can save myself, do what's right. I am the most capable, etc.

Seeing the silly-ness/immaturity of my daughters line of thinking reminds me of my frequent immaturity/silly-ness and why would I want to settle for that? Why would I want to endanger myself by being left to myself and my capabilities? What is the alternative?

Jesus.

And what can He do?

Ephesians 3:20 says,

"Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think."

Infinitely more than what I think or ask.

Perception- the act or faculty of grasping the meaning of by means of the senses or of the mind; cognition; understanding.

Do I have a good perception of what He is capable of as my Savior? No. Am I bummed about that? Ha! No.

If a fire comes, my finite legs are looking pretty toddler-like compared to His infinite capabilities so you'll find me sticking with Him.


Posted on February 22, 2012 and filed under Anything and Everything, Running and Ruminating.