My responsibilities, real and perceived, are in equal parts a weighted chain and wings to fly. Yet the wall guarding the wings and restraining the chain is wet-tissue thin, and looming underneath is the razor’s edge on which I stand. Navigating the maze demands diligence, determination and humility. But my will to fight, to push through the wall, to look up and grasp a realistic and healthy perspective is swallowed by the rush of the flood, the daily grind and the weight of expectations: those I choose and those I’m given. At times, it all seems so much… too much. Instead of taking one step… one task at a time, I feel all I am capable of is crawling into a ball and sleeping for a lifetime.
6 You made them rulers over the works of your hands;Psalm 8:6-9
you put everything under their feet:
7 all flocks and herds,
and the animals of the wild,
8 the birds in the sky,
and the fish in the sea,
all that swim the paths of the seas.
9 Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
Purpose, role and responsibility are all a gift. We do wear a crown, but it is one of ambassador to the king: a mere reflection of his own. And we have been made rulers. But as “everything” has been put under our feet, so we are under his.
- Humble recipients of the gift of authority
- Participants in the governing and husbandry
- Equal yolk-folk in the daily toil
- Equal beneficiaries in the spoils
- Equally broken in the task
- Having equal access to King
- Not alone or without help
- Accessible wisdom
- Endless strength
- Eternally patient
- Willing me to receive