Good Morning, God!
The thing about brussels sprouts, God, is that they KNOW when they are done. But for us humans it seems a lot more complex.
Twenty-one is the mythical age of maturity. I was married at 20 and a mother by 21 and I felt I was completely grown up. Oh my!
And now, God? Now, I can see and feel just how far I am from being “done.” And, even as I sigh, I think GOOD! It is good that I am not done . . . that You are not done with me.
This is both “good” and “scary.” Growth opportunities are not like classes we can sign up for — read the course description — decide if we want to take it. No, God, they usually come wrapped in traumas or disappointments or draining emotional situations — unavoidable situations.
Once again, I am reminded of my dad telling me that “Life isn’t supposed to be easy.” For example, asking for patience will only get us plunged into situations that try our patience. And, when I ponder what growing towards up means to me now — I think, becoming more compassionate? More loving? More honest and assertive? All of the above? Only, of course, it isn’t about “acquiring virtues”, is it God. It is about balancing and managing our diverse qualities — especially our “virtues!” It seems to me, God, that all virtues come in opposable pairs. Sigh.
If I could escape these Growth Opportunities, I probably would. Was it Saint Teresa who said to You, “If this is how You treat Your friends, it is no wonder You have so few of them!” Ah, well, yes. I dare say that is part of why You want us to REST one full day a week. We NEED our rest for this “business of becoming!”