Chico’s up high. Sitting high on the wall. But how did he get up there being so small? Did he jump, did he climb, did he suddenly grow? Does he have superpowers? Could he have his own show? Can he fly, can he run, does he swing from the trees? No, most of his time is spent on hands and knees.
But he has someone to lift him up. Me.
I sat him on the wall to take some pictures. He couldn’t get there on his own. But he got there anyway. In the end whether he get’s there after many of his own failed attempts or by accepting help right away he ends up in the same place.
Like Chico there are many places we just can’t reach on our own. We can struggle and try all we want, but we just won’t make it until we ask the Lord to lift us up, to take us to the place He has prepared for us. It’s when we come to accept that He is the one who makes us able that we can reach the heights.
So let’s let Him take us, do with us what He wants, and we’ll find ourselves in places we never could have arrived on our own.
It is God who arms me with strength and keeps my way secure. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he causes me to stand on the heights. He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze.