All there is

We are so bound.

We fall apart. We unravel. We cry. We come undone.

But we are bound.

I can't get out of my shell, my frame, my body.

That leads me to believe that "I" am not just what I look like. I have a spirit. I'm not just hands, feet, and face.

I've been thinking about how I am going to teach Selah about how to take care of herself, but to also point her towards the Lord with why I'm teaching her to do so.

How do I teach her to brush her teeth, and eat healthful foods, and go to bed when I instruct her to so she will grow big and strong? That's not all there is to it.

I've never been the type of person that just accepts surface answers. "Because I said so," only goes so far with me. I don't like giving those answers, either.  Yes, I hope to gracefully teach Selah to respect authority (I will fail very often, of course). But I want my girl to know WHY we do the things we do.

I want Selah to know that our earthly responsibilities are a response to something greater, deeper, more fulfilling.

We live the narrative of the Gospel in our lives. It's a glorious truth... everything in our lives points to something. I want to create an awareness in my daughter that the earth isn't all there is. There is a God who loves her. There is a purpose for her life.

There is an evil one who desires to destroy her, and cause her to feel that the earth, the fading, breaking, disappearing world is all there is.

The world is crumbling around us. We, people, age. We die. But that's not the end.

If it's not the end when we die, then it's not the end when we live.

If my Selah can know that, she won't be defeated when her heart and flesh fail.

We are bound by humanness. We are kept in a cage of corruption and imperfection. Sin, like a thread running through an entire tapestry, spins through every part of us.

We're given an opportunity to worship in the way we live our lives. Because it's not all there is, even though it's all we're accustomed to. It's not all there is.