If you can’t swim don’t go into the water. That was my over-protective father's mantra. It made it hard growing up when I wanted to try something new—especially if that something new meant I could get hurt.
I thought he was going to have a coronary when he found out I had gone out with some friends and tried to learn to ski. “Tried” being the operative word—by that time I was nearing twenty and after years of being under my father’s watchful eye, any coordination I had as a child had disappeared, and skiing proved to be a disaster! (I'll share the story how I ran into a pine tree some other time--ouch!)
But I soon learned I could do other things. I learned to sew, knit, and I understood computers. Just because I couldn’t play ball, didn’t mean I was worthless. I realized then that God doesn’t make junk. He had a plan for my life that He chose just for me. I never fit into any social mold, I was never in the “in” crowd, but I knew I was loved by God, my creator.
Psalm 8:5 says He made me “a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him (me) with glory and honor.”
How can it be any better than that? As the Olympics begin, I can watch in envy as the skiers swoosh down the slopes with graceful ease, and the gymnasts vault across the floor with the agility and strength I never possessed. But I’m a child of the King and he’s created me just the way he wanted me.
And with that—I am satisfied.
Your turn: We did you want to be one thing, but God had other plans?