So I went to immigration this morning----no I don't have my new migratory form yet-it will be awhile. But I had to give my fingerprints.
So, one thing about me is that some of things that involve fine motor skills can end up being on the challenging side for me....and I had to do all of my fingerprints--so I looked at the piece of paper and the ink pad at the immigration office with sheer dread, "How am I going to be able to do this. I can't do this my myself without messing it up!!! How did I do this last year??" I thought to myself.
I didn't say a word but the immigration official took my hand--"Here, let me do it-you don't have to do anything," he said calmly---and began one by one putting my fingerprints to the paper. "Whew!" I thought to myself.
But then, at one point I tensed up or something thinking I needed to help him out or something---the official once again said, "Relax--let me do it."
And at the same time as all this was going on, my thoughts turned to what I had been thinking about all the way to the immigration office--the walk of grace--and I have sooo much more to share about everything I am learning on a daily basis. (Get prepared for nearly daily blog posts again for awhile!)
So as the immigration official was taking my fingerprints, the thought came to my head that what the immigration official had sad to me in a sense is what God is saying to me and all of us in the Faith. "Let ME do it---Trust Me--I don't need your help-I am God---you don't have to live the Christian life in your own strength--in fact you can't. Let ME live in and through you---what I want to do in and through you is so much greater than anything you will ever "do" for me."
Pretty neat huh?