Last week my dear friend Mari sent me a passage from the book of Isaiah, and two days later the same scripture was in a book I’m currently reading:
Here’s what I took from it…
Being from New Zealand tucked away in the corner of the world, I always find that travel inspires new perspectives. I dream bigger, I aim higher. I feel refreshingly small. In this particular journey however, with these particular circumstances, there are times where feeling small equates to feeling overwhelmed and powerless. The stem cell transplant is a life changing deal for my sister, and with this comes a flurry of questions, hopes and fears. Worry. If we allow it, it can assume power over our thoughts and emotions it doesn’t deserve. The anxiety a drain of peace. Swallowed between these skyscraper buildings, perspective can be lost.
This scripture, a poetic truth, has been a reassuring reminder of God’s perspective and magnitude in all of this. Our human capacity is limited, his infinite. Not to disregard the extremities of what my sister has to go through, what I’ve witnessed is heartbreaking - but if the nations are but a drop in the bucket, then how big is this stem cell transplant really? He is bigger. Nepal and Baltimore breeding instability. He is bigger. He knows. He cares. The challenges are great and yes I feel small, but the earth a grain of sand in his eyes?
That’s some reassuring perspective. We're in good hands.