Short

Short? Yeah, that's me, short. Always have been, always will be. I have to get up just to get up in the morning. I have to stretch to see into the medicine cabinet. I have to climb a stool to get down a high set of dishes. I have to climb a very tall ladder to change a light bulb. I have to go on my tippy-toes to see into the microwave for goodness sakes! But I am long too! Long on patience with the cat who meows to go out the back door, in the door, out the door, in the door. Long on love with my teenagers, they go out of the boundaries, and in the boundaries, they go out in their car, they get their keys taken away from their car. Long on distances to see my folks, I drive 500 miles there and 500 miles home. I am wide too! Wide in the hips from too many Oreos. Wide in the parking space with my large SUV. Wide when I see a police on the side of the road. I walk wide with someone walks by me with several small children eating drippy ice cream cones. I am deep. Deep into self-pity when I have been hurt. Deep into the sand when my toes cry for warmth at the beach. Deep into the eyes of a friend who is listening. Deep into my pillow when I cry to God for more strength. But, most of all, I am just SHORT.

II Corinthians 12:9 And He said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.