Jonathan is over at A Life Overseas with an important message. (Yes, this is Elizabeth talking; I just loved my husband’s post so much I had to put this plug in here.)
There are three places that make me feel very small.
- Standing at the edge of the sea, watching the never-ending motion as water is pulled by the unseen and unrelenting forces of gravity and wind and planetary motion.
- Standing at the foot of a mountain, pondering the historical shifting and breaking that pushed stone into sky
- And sitting with a client during pastoral counseling, listening as they delve into the deepest parts, the pains and hurts that few see.
In the small places, I feel inferior and inadequate, unable to change much or make an impact. Do you have those places? Truth be told, those feelings of “smallness” are why I love the sea and mountains; that’s why I seek them out. But I don’t typically welcome those feelings on the job, with clients. Maybe I should.
Maybe we all need go to the small places. On purpose.
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The Trotter Family 