A few days ago when two friends and I were garage sailing, we saw a doe and her two fawns bound across the street. Their grace and beauty immediately captivated me. The mother was caring for her babies and the babies following their mother. And I thought, "Surely they are fulfilling the measure of their creation."
It made me wonder how many of us are "fulfilling the measure of our creation." The mores and expectations of our current society have deteriorated to such a point where we are no longer surprised or shocked when a mother fails to care for her children, when a father fails to provide for his children, when adult children fail to care for their elderly parents.
This is a different take on the words "fulfilling the measure of their creation." Yet, I believe, it is a vital part. How can we say that we pattern ourselves after the Lord if we shirk those all-important responsibilities?
I know--I'm sounding preachy, the last thing I want this blog to be, but I cannot shake the fear that grips me when I witness husband and wives, parents and children, turning away from each other.
So, for today, I am grateful for those who "fulfill the measure of their creation."