Gravity and the Greatness of God

      I fret about some of the craziest things! In a fashion world where I see people matching stripes with polka dots, reds with purples and yellows, I worry if the two shades of blue I am wearing clash or compliment one another. I fret about having to go out into the humidity because my hair will become its unruly self after I have spent 20 minutes trying to have it look as good as the time it was last styled. I fret because I think you will focus on my hair rather than what is in my heart. I fret because I cannot do some things as well as others can. I fret about things over which I have absolutely no control. I laugh at my craziness of fretting.

      My son, daughter-in-law and I recently went to the Kentucky to see the film, Gravity. Without giving away the storyline, let me tell you the images of our beautiful blue planet were magnificent. During the film, I imagined myself in the place of the astronauts, quickly recognizing how great my fear would be in their circumstance. Perhaps that is what the producer wanted me to do- to feel the angst the characters were feeling. When we arrived back home, I took my dogs for a walk under a beautifully moonless and cloudless star-filled sky. New solar systems are born and others implode upon themselves as our universe continues to expand. Comets soar through the  silently cold vastness of space which separates the planets of our solar system. I was reminded of how small, how tiny and fragile I really was compared to the  awesome vastness and power of Creation. Thank goodness gravity holds my body to this planet. That is one less thing I have to worry about.

      Recently, while reading Glennon Doyle Melton's blog, I was reminded of how very much she and I are alike. We both have a tendency to fret about the craziest of things. We both are often too harsh on ourselves and then have to remind ourselves we are beautifully made children of God.
Glennon (I call her by her first name as if we are acquaintances in addition to being sisters in spirit.) recognizes God in the details as well as in the vastness of interstellar space. She sees God in the day to day snippets of life as well as in the vastness of the oceans and the stars in the sky. She sees God at work in her life as I see Christ in mine. More importantly, she recognizes the importance of others seeing God's hand at work in her life as I try to order my life.  When I read Glennon's works, I see myself in her words. I love that we are both drawn to the sea for the same reason. I get it that she has to remind herself that she is one of God's most important children just as each of us are all one of God. I celebrate with her the greatness of God in the smallest of places just as in the vastness of space and time. I think Glennon would agree with me, thank goodness for gravity; it is one less thing with which we need not trouble ourselves.