An inch at a time
An inch at a time. An inch at a time. It’s the way we buy licorice. It’s the way we record our children’s growth. It’s the way the leaves build up in our rones until we have a problem and have to get out the stepladder and clean them out. An inch at a time. The young sailor may have circumnavigated the globe in record time. Roger Bannister may have broken the four minute mile. But on the day we realize that we have finally begun to grapple with a few of the defects in our soul, when we realize that grace has exacted some improvement in us and that we have become generally more accepting of other peoples faults, when we realize that the angry grasping young man is a thing of the past and that we are learning to rejoice in what other people are doing – that we are now taking time to enjoy the world rather than merely consuming it we might ask ourselves – how did I get here? How did God and life and our families manage to exact this change in me.. It wasn’t quick. It certainly wasn’t the four minute mile. It came at a slow and steady rate. Like a caterpillar climbing a tall oak tree. An inch at a time.
An inch at a time. An inch at a time. It’s the way we buy licorice. It’s the way we record our children’s growth. It’s the way the leaves build up in our rones until we have a problem and have to get out the stepladder and clean them out. An inch at a time. The young sailor may have circumnavigated the globe in record time. Roger Bannister may have broken the four minute mile. But on the day we realize that we have finally begun to grapple with a few of the defects in our soul, when we realize that grace has exacted some improvement in us and that we have become generally more accepting of other peoples faults, when we realize that the angry grasping young man is a thing of the past and that we are learning to rejoice in what other people are doing – that we are now taking time to enjoy the world rather than merely consuming it we might ask ourselves – how did I get here? How did God and life and our families manage to exact this change in me.. It wasn’t quick. It certainly wasn’t the four minute mile. It came at a slow and steady rate. Like a caterpillar climbing a tall oak tree. An inch at a time.
