I Press My Little Feet

I am short in stature.

I thought I had more than enough evidence of this reality.

I can’t reach things on shelves. I need to stand on tiptoes.

(There seems to be a foot theme here).

And it carries into my doctor’s appointments.

Recently, I went to one such appointment, encountering a typical exam room.

And part of that unremarkable exam room?

The exam table.

Or the exam Barcalounger recliner, depending on how you view it.

I climb onto one of these suckers.

And I am not exaggerating when I say “climb.”

I had déjà vu about me, as a kid, climbing into a pickup, because the step was too high.

Or climbing onto an equally high horse.

There’s a bit of “oooph” getting situated.

Including the exam…Lazy Boy.

Only now, I am not a kid. I am a short adult.

And as that adult, I see my feet not touching the floor, or the “pedestal” part of the equipment.

My feet don’t reach the floor. They are just swinging,

After I recently watched my dangling feet, waiting to be seen, I was struck by Philippians 3:13-14…

“Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended…”

(I am short, and my feet don’t touch the floor)…

“… but this one thing I do…”

(I dangle my feet)…

“… forgetting those things which are behind…”

(I am in the present moment, with my dangling feet)…

“…and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize…”

(Okay, yes, I admit, I am goal-oriented, even with my swingling feet not touching the floor)…

 “…of the high calling…”

(Again, goals, perhaps, goals too… impossible to achieve?)…

 “…of (The Most High) God in (Yahshua Ha-Mashiach) Christ Jesus.”

Philippians 3:13-14

I now see more than my dangling feet.

I see pressing now.

They may not touch the floor. I may resemble a child, too small for the too-large chair.

My feet don’t touch the floor… yet.

But they are moving.

Dangling.

Pressing.

It’s movement.

How about you?

 What’s moving, concerning you? What are you pressing towards?

Let’s move, in prayer, together, wherever you, and your feet, literal or symbolic, may be.

Abba Father-

We come to You, in The Name of Your Son, Our Savior, Yahshua.

You know how we struggle to move. To stay grounded, to get traction.

You know how we are pressing, how we are trying.

You know how successfully that is going for us right now. You know how frustrated we are with the process.

Forgive, help, lead, and guide us. We need Your encouragement in the pressing endeavor.

Be with us.

Show us that we are getting closer to You, the Ultimate Prize, and not just to “stuff.”

Thank You.

We receive it, In The Name of Yahshua.

Amen.

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