One night, I was gazing out my back deck and listening to the sound of water and wind through the trees. The sun had set, but it was still warm. The moon was out, and my little toddler was with me.
She gasped at the moon excitedly, “Look mama! The moon!” pointing with an outstretched hand.
And then, without missing a beat, she said, “I’m going to go get it.”
She climbed a chair, and jumped off as high as she could go. When she landed on the deck empty-handed, her whole body slumped over and a big lower lip stuck out underneath her nose.
“I can’t get it,” she said despondently.
How absurd to jump for the moon! Yet how incredibly beautiful–that level of astounding aspiration. And how many times have we done this very same thing, collapsing after our own limitations disappoint us.
And yet God loves us, and He alone can take us beyond our limitations.