I always thought I was Dickon in the story of my life. I wished I was the sweet teacher, helping Mary and Collin see beauty in God’s creation, guiding them to rebuild their lives with a foundation in strength and hard work and love. As I grow older, I realize I am more like Mary and Collin. Mary is a lonely, irritable and selfish kid who doesn’t spend enough time outside or being grateful. Collin is a spoiled, angry heir to a fortune who spends more time feeling sorry for himself than he does actually living life. I used to think both of them were terrible and un-relatable (to a perfect kid like me, you know) until they started hanging out with Dickon, but slowly, I am realizing we are all Marys and Collins. We are all lonely and selfish and and angry and we all fall into pits of discouragement and wallow there for too long. We all look for Jesus, who Dickon reminds me a lot of- since he’s loving and kind and cares for all the creatures here below.
There is a beauty in realizing that Jesus wants to teach us how to get out of those pits of discouragement. He wants to lead us from the dark shadows of anger and doubt and fear into the light of a garden that is blooming with life and growth and newness. There is this comfort in the fact that Christ loves us so dearly, despite our selfishness and spoiled natures, despite our shortcomings and our low points, and he wants us in His garden. He wants to share with us this secret of life and He wants us to see Him as someone from whom blessings eternally flow.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow. The line resonates with me and provokes me to live my life like I know what that means. It plucks memories from my tangled thoughts of Thanksgivings and laughter and cards and kitchen tables and cousins. It reminds me of audiobooks listened to on roadtrips and Jesus and thankfulness. It reminds me of Mary and Dickon and Collin. It reminds me that I am a child, and will always learn and make mistakes and fall and run and love like a child, until I mature fully into the woman Christ has made me to become.
Praise Him all creatures here below. Praise Him above ye, heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
PS: HAPPY BIRTH MONTH, Y’ALL! I turn twenty in eight days!