Oh yes, reshape, reform, renew. But not every 10 years, but hopefully every day. There is a Girl Scout song "Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold." I set this as a goal with myself. I try each day to keep as part of myself the things which are silver and at the same time I try to development in myself the things which are gold.
I really like the Batpismal Covenant for it gives me guidelines for shaping myself.
At the same time as I try to shape myself to the live better in the life set forth in the Baptismal Covenant I remember the rhyme of the little girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead - when I am good, I am very, very good and when I am bad I am horrid. From this realization I go back to Psalm 139 - that is how God formed me.
I've never really been aware of the reshaping until well after the fact. Sometimes it comes as the result of a truth-teller calling me on my "stuff" and my response to the brutal truth and at other times it has been the process of maturing and becoming wiser.
It wasn't until late in my life that I began to appreciate the value of my organ professor's words regarding my lack of taste or my father's gracious spirit.
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Oh yes, reshape, reform, renew. But not every 10 years, but hopefully every day. There is a Girl Scout song "Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold." I set this as a goal with myself. I try each day to keep as part of myself the things which are silver and at the same time I try to development in myself the things which are gold.
I really like the Batpismal Covenant for it gives me guidelines for shaping myself.
At the same time as I try to shape myself to the live better in the life set forth in the Baptismal Covenant I remember the rhyme of the little girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead - when I am good, I am very, very good and when I am bad I am horrid. From this realization I go back to Psalm 139 - that is how God formed me.
I've never really been aware of the reshaping until well after the fact. Sometimes it comes as the result of a truth-teller calling me on my "stuff" and my response to the brutal truth and at other times it has been the process of maturing and becoming wiser.
It wasn't until late in my life that I began to appreciate the value of my organ professor's words regarding my lack of taste or my father's gracious spirit.
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