I was beginning to think that I should have titled this series “Life” since it seems like I mostly have time to write up a quick post about our day or share a picture or two, but then if I go all connector-like and slow down, I realize that really becoming the beloved is partly about embracing this every day, ordinary life. There’s so much to find in the little moments of grace and the moments of struggle. I get to be the beloved in both places.
In much of this series and in life, I’m finding the “both and” instead of “either or,” which leads me back to thinking about the prodigal son story. The prodigal son and the older brother were both loved dearly by the Father. The Father wanted them both to experience and enjoy in all His goodness. He had gifts and experiences for them. He did not live by “fair” standards nor did He buy into a scarcity concept. No, indeed, the Father promoted abundance. There’s more than enough to go around. There’s more than enough for everyone to be loved fully.
When I find myself forgetting that there is enough, I find myself stepping out of that fully loved place and into one of jealousy, envy, and fear. Mostly, I fear that by someone else being promoted or lifted up or complimented or loved that the equation then flips around to equal that I am not whatever they are. Instead, there is room for both of us. The older brother missed out on that. He and his brother could be celebrated and loved. His brother didn’t need to be a threat to his security, identity, worth, or celebration. I’m sure there were enough calves to be eaten and hugs to go around. The Father was willing to celebrate and enjoy this life with both of his sons. He didn’t need to chose only one. He included them both.
I’m not there yet, but that’s where I’m headed. I’m jumping into, “becoming” aware, and embracing just how I am the beloved and others can be too. There’s room for us all at the table.
b'ahava 