For who is God besides the Lord?
And who is the Rock except our God?
Our granddaughter, Virginia Rose, never says "never" when it comes to attempting feats which are really too much for her.
Whether it is cramming both fists full with her special rocks to transfer them from sofa to table . . .
Or, piling her shovel too high with them . . .
Or, toting an armload of unique toys kept in Papa's closet from the bedroom to the living room . . .
I worry she will stumble and fall, and forget to let the objects loose so her hands, not her head, hit the floor first.
So, it comes as no surprise to us that, when she spies Papa's heavy-duty winter boots tucked under an end table (why they are there is a long story for another time), she wants to try them on. To say I'm just a bit concerned is the understatement of the decade. Because, knowing Virginia, she will not be content to simply stand in them. She will try to walk.
Her mom, Sarah, helps Virginia get into the boots and stands her on her feet.
We hover close to her as, sure enough, she begins clomping around in those over-sized giants. The shoes are weighty, indeed, and I am amazed that Virginia can maneuver in them at all. That she lasts as long as she does.
Finally, growing weary of the "trudgery", she plops herself down on her behind and motions for us to remove the unwieldy burdens. Of course, we happily oblige.
Her feet set free, a relieved Virginia breaks into a run around the dining room table, stopping only long enough to gather two fistfuls of rocks, and race with them back to the couch.
Sarah turns to me and smiles. "I think Virginia taught us something about God today."
"Really? Do tell!"
"She can't fill her Papa's shoes, and neither can we."
Our God, our Lord, our Abba, our Papa . . . How many times do we try to fill the shoes which are His and His alone?
Will you pray with me?
Dearest Father, no one and nothing compares with Your majesty, wonder, and glory. No one but You can fill Your shoes. When the burdens of life make it hard to place one foot in front of the other, remind us to give our troubles over to You, our Comforter, our Friend, our Rock. Amen.