Teeny tiny hands. Teeny tiny fingers. Reaching stretching from their beds.
Have we forgotten how to reach? Have we forgotten that in life things don’t always get handed to us, but that sometimes you have to reach. You have to work. Just like that little one just learning to scoot across the floor to get to that toy they have their eye on. It’s a lot of work as they scoot along, using their arms, pulling their body behind them. But they reach and reach and eventually they get there.
I think I forgot for a while what I was reaching for. I’m starting to remember now. It’s to show love. It’s to show grace. It’s to learn and grow and become part of something bigger than myself. It’s worth it to reach. It’s worth it to fight. It’s worth it to struggle and push and toil.
***this is a link up with Kate Motaung’s 5 minute friday. Read more about it here.