Growing can be painful. I was 6 ibs 9 oz when I was born. I grew up. I am now 118 ibs. That's a lot of growing. As I grew, sometimes it hurt. I remember when I was about 12 and my shins would hurt from "growing pains." I didn't like it then, but now I am glad that I went through that because, although I am petite, I am not a midget.
I also had "growing pains" in knowledge. When I was 5, despite my parent's instruction, I played with matches. I got burned. By making a mistake, I grew in knowledge. I learned obedience (and not to play with matches.)
These same learning processes are still applicable in my life today. God stretches me, it hurts, but I grow. I make mistakes, it hurts, but I learn.
It's like working out. I push myself to go further. My muscles get sore, but they get stronger because of it.
Thank you, God, for growing pains.
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