Never out of reach
For those of you who haven’t met me in person, let me go ahead and tell you something about myself. I’m short. I barely register 5 feet tall on the measuring tape, although I think my driver’s license says I’m just over 5 feet.
I am the shortest person in my family, with a son that is almost 6-feet tall and a daughter that is just a couple of inches taller than me. My height (or lack thereof) has been a constant source of amusement for my friends and family, and I’m sure I’ve heard just about every short joke there is. My husband even finds a way to include jokes about my short stature in his sermons.
My height challenges have always caused things to be just out of my reach. The top shelf at the grocery store is daunting to access.
When I was in high school I worked at the Haywood County Library, and re-shelving books required a stool and some patience. People must duck down to hug me, or to look me in the eye, and you don’t want to get in the driver’s seat after me or you’re likely to rap your knees on the steering wheel.
Such is my life, and I’ve grown accustomed to living in a world where most things are just beyond my reach. Except my faith.
Of all the things that have been just beyond my fingertips, God is not one of them. Perhaps I have never felt that so keenly as I did in the weeks that followed my husband’s first deployment.
I had returned home to our two small children after taking Eric to his new unit in Montgomery, Alabama. I was mentally and physically exhausted, and already the children were asking when their father would be home. I had no answer for them, except to say that it would be a while, so I put them in their beds and walked into the kitchen with tears streaming down my face.
As I slid down in the floor, all I could do was cry out to God to help me. Instantly, I felt a peace wash over me, as if to say that all would indeed be well. It was just that easy for me to reach God. He was just a cry away, and he heard me in my need.
Reaching God doesn’t require anything but our hearts to be ready to receive him. You don’t have to be the tallest in the room, the best looking or the smartest. God’s love is for each of us, no matter what our outer shells look like.
“God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us. ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’” (Acts 17:27-28).