Wednesday, October 17, 2007

To Infinity and Beyond

Okay, I hate to see a sad baby, but something about this face cracked me up. After reading the quote, I really had a good chuckle. What an oxymoron to have a picture of a baby complaining about a length of time! Of course, the picture then got my brain to spinning. I got to thinking how we get so impatient with ourselves trying to achieve certain goals, but in the scheme of the "big picture" we have only been working a "few seconds" on our life. I wonder if God laughs at us when we are so silly? We need to reach for things that are beyond making ourselves successful, but rather strive to leave something of a greater value. All the things I personally achieve come to ought upon my death unless I have done things to help those tagging along behind me. Maybe I won't be so impatient with how long it is taking me to become. Of most importance, is the direction I am leading my soul. I think I will just work on things that I know will last beyond me. To infinity and beyond.


  1. Jana, great post. Cute picture with quote....too funny!

    Years ago my father had a rock that he used for a doorstop that someone had painted on with these words..."Lord, grant me patience, but hurry!"

  2. I always have to laugh when I hear a mother or father say something like, "I just wish you'd hurry up and grow up". Hello!!! That's exactly what they (your children) are doing. However, somehow they can't hurry the process. And yes, even on a spiritual level. We can't hurry the process. We just have to keep growing in "grace and truth" and not become impatient.

  3. Hi Jana,

    I thought of this poem while I read this post. Hope you enjoy.

    Making A Man
    Hurry the baby as fast as you can,
    Hurry him, worry him, make him a man.
    Off with his baby clothes, get him in pants,
    Feed him on brain foods and make him advance.
    Hustle him, soon as he's able to walk,
    Into a grammar school; cram him with talk.
    Fill his poor head full of figures and facts,
    Keep on a-jamming them in till it cracks.
    Once boys grew up at a rational rate,
    Now we develop a man while you wait,
    Rush him through college, compel him to grab
    Of every known subject a dip and a dab.
    Get him in business and after the cash,
    All by the time he can grow a mustache.
    Let him forget he was ever a boy,
    Make gold his god and its jingle his joy.
    Keep him a-hustling and clear out of breath,
    Until he wins--nervous prostration and death.

    ---Nixon Waterman

  4. Mark - I'm sure everytime you saw that rock, it made you smile.

    Ronda - I find it strange, too, when parents want their kids to grow up fast. I have always loved keeping them small for as long as I can.

    Carol - WOW! What a poem! I find it to be true in many instances. Thanks for sharing.

  5. I love the picture. We were looking at pictures last night, and Sheldon has just grown up. I wish the years would just slow down a wee bit. I like what Ronda had to say about growing in grace and truth and the fact that we can't hurry the process.