Line of Sight has a Height Limit
By Wendydawn Brindley
Its kind of embarrassing remembering far back into your childhood when you were knee high to a grasshopper. I don’t know how I old was, but I do remember visiting my cousins for a sleepover for the first time. I was so excited because they had a bathtub!
WHOOOOwoo! A bathtub! We didn’t have one of those at our house we had the shower stall. Oh sure I tried to plug it up with my washcloth and sit in the shower stall on my naked bottom pretending to be in my own very small square bathtub. That didn’t work.
It sure took a long time for that shower spray to exert enough water to fill that small square stall of water. Anyway I remember being so small that year that in my memory of taking my first bath at my cousins I recall swimming laps in the tub. Now I’d have to be pretty short to be able to complete a single lap much less start a lap in a tub wouldn’t I?
Perhaps my anticipation of having bath time at Uncle Frank’s made me exaggerate in my memory drive just how big that tub was. In any case I remember having to swim to get to each end of the tub. I was pretty small!
Another memory that I have to explain my great pettiteness is the time I got lost in the Kmart parking lot. I vaguely remember one afternoon my mom took me to Kmart to go shopping and mom usually let me pick at one toy each time we went. As usual I identified my mother by what she was wearing from the knee down. That was my line of sight. That’s all I could see so that’s what I used.
On that day like many other occasions my mother was wearing navy blue pants and cute little blue and white tennis shoes; you know those ones the came to a point at the toe. They were quite popular during the early 70's. In fact you might say that every girl and woman probably owned a pair and that my mom was just hip to the fashion world.
The downside on this whole popular shoe thing is that if my mom wore them so could somebody else in blue pants. I was walking along side my mother with her blue pants and blue tennis shoes in sight. With the slightest passing of a few people I turned back the opposite direction following those pant legs only to pass our station wagon in its parking space. “That’s strange,” I thought. “We just got here and now we’re leaving? I didn’t even get a toy?”
The next moment, a woman who was not my mother bent over putting her hand on those blue pant legs to said to me “Are you lost little girl?”
“WAHHHH waaaa!” I cried. I didn’t really have to respond in any other way. Of course I was lost and quite confused by what I didn’t know had happened. My mom found me, came to my rescue, and immediately grabbed me by the hand.
“Wendy, what were you doing?” She’d thought I was tagging along at her side and didn’t know that another lady passing had her pants and shoes on… line of sight mom… line of sight.
Have you ever thought about what your line of sight is ? I’m happy to announce now that I am much older and a little taller my line of sight doesn’t stop at the knees. I can usually recognize a person by their face. I do know that line of sight becomes more apparent regarding me and my faith.
I only see what God can do by what I’ve already see him do. My line of sight restricts me from seeing further depths and higher heights. Imagine if I could just eliminate that line of sight. Then there would be no boundaries and nothing would be impossible. Isn’t that what faith is anyway believing in what you cannot see.
There is no need for line of sight in the Christian world because God has no lines or limits in what he can do for us. No matter if we can see him or if we can’t. No matter what we imagine or can’t imagine our faith in God and his love for us eliminates any need for sight much less line of sight boundaries.
He is beside us at all times especially when we get lost. We don’t have to see him to know he’s there. As humans we are compelled to believe in the tangible; to believe that little blue tennis shoes will lead us to a toy. Like children as we grow in our faith the rewards are even greater than shopping at Kmart on a sunny afternoon. No matter what our faith in God is what we have so that’s what we should use.
By Wendydawn Brindley
Its kind of embarrassing remembering far back into your childhood when you were knee high to a grasshopper. I don’t know how I old was, but I do remember visiting my cousins for a sleepover for the first time. I was so excited because they had a bathtub!
WHOOOOwoo! A bathtub! We didn’t have one of those at our house we had the shower stall. Oh sure I tried to plug it up with my washcloth and sit in the shower stall on my naked bottom pretending to be in my own very small square bathtub. That didn’t work.
It sure took a long time for that shower spray to exert enough water to fill that small square stall of water. Anyway I remember being so small that year that in my memory of taking my first bath at my cousins I recall swimming laps in the tub. Now I’d have to be pretty short to be able to complete a single lap much less start a lap in a tub wouldn’t I?
Perhaps my anticipation of having bath time at Uncle Frank’s made me exaggerate in my memory drive just how big that tub was. In any case I remember having to swim to get to each end of the tub. I was pretty small!
Another memory that I have to explain my great pettiteness is the time I got lost in the Kmart parking lot. I vaguely remember one afternoon my mom took me to Kmart to go shopping and mom usually let me pick at one toy each time we went. As usual I identified my mother by what she was wearing from the knee down. That was my line of sight. That’s all I could see so that’s what I used.
On that day like many other occasions my mother was wearing navy blue pants and cute little blue and white tennis shoes; you know those ones the came to a point at the toe. They were quite popular during the early 70's. In fact you might say that every girl and woman probably owned a pair and that my mom was just hip to the fashion world.
The downside on this whole popular shoe thing is that if my mom wore them so could somebody else in blue pants. I was walking along side my mother with her blue pants and blue tennis shoes in sight. With the slightest passing of a few people I turned back the opposite direction following those pant legs only to pass our station wagon in its parking space. “That’s strange,” I thought. “We just got here and now we’re leaving? I didn’t even get a toy?”
The next moment, a woman who was not my mother bent over putting her hand on those blue pant legs to said to me “Are you lost little girl?”
“WAHHHH waaaa!” I cried. I didn’t really have to respond in any other way. Of course I was lost and quite confused by what I didn’t know had happened. My mom found me, came to my rescue, and immediately grabbed me by the hand.
“Wendy, what were you doing?” She’d thought I was tagging along at her side and didn’t know that another lady passing had her pants and shoes on… line of sight mom… line of sight.
Have you ever thought about what your line of sight is ? I’m happy to announce now that I am much older and a little taller my line of sight doesn’t stop at the knees. I can usually recognize a person by their face. I do know that line of sight becomes more apparent regarding me and my faith.
I only see what God can do by what I’ve already see him do. My line of sight restricts me from seeing further depths and higher heights. Imagine if I could just eliminate that line of sight. Then there would be no boundaries and nothing would be impossible. Isn’t that what faith is anyway believing in what you cannot see.
There is no need for line of sight in the Christian world because God has no lines or limits in what he can do for us. No matter if we can see him or if we can’t. No matter what we imagine or can’t imagine our faith in God and his love for us eliminates any need for sight much less line of sight boundaries.
He is beside us at all times especially when we get lost. We don’t have to see him to know he’s there. As humans we are compelled to believe in the tangible; to believe that little blue tennis shoes will lead us to a toy. Like children as we grow in our faith the rewards are even greater than shopping at Kmart on a sunny afternoon. No matter what our faith in God is what we have so that’s what we should use.
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