I saw a man high on a hill. As I climbed the hill trying to reach him, the terrain became steep. I called out to him asking for help. He didn’t move and I realized he could not hear. I waved my arms trying to get his attention and then realized he could not see.
Oh the irony and the great sorrow, that I have ears to hear and eyes to see my endless failures and flaws that keep me from ever reaching that beautiful summit, and his ears do not hear and his eyes do not see to let him realize that he has reached that beautiful summit.
Oh my sweet Lord, the thought of this is frightening and painful… please open our eyes to see and our ears to hear.
When I was young I played tennis and I had a coach who once told me to be confident. He said to hold my head high and walk a little slower when changing sides between games. I always remembered this and since that conversation I have tried to do hold my head high, walk slow and have confidence in myself.
As I was running today I was thinking about how nice it is to hold your head high. It gives you such a different perspective and view as you walk or run through life.
When you look down most of the time you see more of the man-made things, shoes, pants, streets, side walks, cars, tires. When you hold your head high you can see more of what God has made, the eyes of others, flowers, birds, trees and even the sky in your peripheral vision.
I want to keep holding my head high, but I am going to try to change the reasoning behind it. I don’t want to hold my head high anymore in confidence, pride, or superiority.
I want to hold my head high so that I can keep God in sight!
Jesus, thank you for the beautiful and natural things that fill our world and surround even our man-made things with your beauty. Please help us to always keep You in our sight!