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OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Time Warp

O Lord, one moment our grandson rode a little playground horsie.

A seeming moment later, he’s taller than his tall grandpa.

OMG, did I blink too slow?

Living Tall

Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay.

You have to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.

—Abraham Lincoln

Six-foot-four-inch Honest Abe, the tallest U.S. president, did his own growing quite well. Wearing a stovepipe hat, he stood almost seven feet.

While growing to only five feet, nine inches, I felt like a seven-footer during middle school. Frequently stuck in the back row with the tallest boys, I sneaked Mom’s coffee, hoping it would stunt my growth. Instead, long legs, arms and feet tangled with every move — especially around the aforementioned boys. After a spectacular tumble down school stairs, I hid in the girls’ restroom for a week.

My great-grandmother handed down her smallness to my grandfather and my mother — but not to me!

My grandfathers weren’t tall. My mom took after Grandpa, who’d favored his diminutive mother, Diadema.

Why couldn’t I have inherited those genes?

Instead, my stature mirrored my father’s. As a child, I marveled at the distance to the floor when Daddy carried me.

But my adolescent self hoped I wouldn’t reach six feet too. Fortunately, many boys experienced growth spurts during high school. Being stuck in the back row then wasn’t a bad thing at all.

In 1967, I felt like I towered over every boy in my school.

One caught my eye. That special tall guy and I eventually married and produced one tall son and two daughters a little shorter than I.

Go figure.

Fortunately, rulers don’t rule our lives. Five-foot Dolly Parton once said, “I walk tall. I got a tall attitude.”

My caring, confident daughters and powerful mother, who fit under my armpit, would agree.

Whether their size or that of current female Guinness World Record holder, seven-foot Rumeysa Gelgi from Turkey, we don’t have to measure ourselves in feet and inches. We can grow faith that towers over insecurity and fear.

Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay.

Though tall, my gawky 21-year-old dad chose Psalm 61:2 as his Bible college theme: “Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.”

Like Honest Abe, we all have to do our own growing, but we can look to Someone who, even without a stovepipe hat, stands much bigger. Much better. He wants to carry us when we’re too small to walk. He longs to reassure us when, with growing pains, we take tumbles. Whether we’re stuck in the back row or shaking in our shoes in the front …

He wants to stand beside us.

Your Extraordinary Ordinary: How can you grow a tall attitude?