A little random thought...

So I was in the lab and a lady asked me to get her something from the top shelf because she couldn't reach. Of course, I reached up, no problem, took it down and gave it to her. At that moment, God taught me a quick little lesson. I'm pretty tall for a girl... I thought I was average height when I lived in Ottawa, but my girl friends in Waterloo (for the most part) are at least 4 inches shorter than me. It didn't take long before I started wishing I was shorter too. I stuck out in all of the pictures. I feel awkward standing in front of people to sing and stuff because I know I'm a better door than a window! =P In any case, I was starting to begrudge my height.

I remember in Purpose Driven Life that it said that God has made every detail of our bodies to incorporate His purpose for our lives. I never really figured my height into this equation, but I now realize that it is very simple. God has made me (relatively tall) to help serve other people. It seems very trivial, but because I could reach that shelf, it saved that lady time and effort. My mom asks me all the time to get stuff from the top shelf. It used to annoy me. After all, how hard is it to pull up a chair? The truth is, it's a helpful act that can show love to other people. And so, Jesus has changed my attitude towards my height. Yes, I'll still stick out in pictures, but I can also view it as a gift to other people.

Back to yummy stir-fry and pad Thai!