riding on shoulders

I remember riding on my dad's shoulders often as a little girl.  The view was so different from my normal one that I had on my own two feet.  I'm sure Dad's shoulders ached but onward he would march with me in tow.

Now I'm old enough that I have my own daughter on my shoulders.  I know now for sure that Dad's shoulders ached 25 or so years ago as he carried me.  Big C is full of glee when she is riding high on Mama K or Papa D's shoulders.  The view is so different for her.

Sometimes I long to ride on the shoulders of God.  I long to see the view from up there.  Perhaps I would see that Big C's tantrum phase is really only for a moment or that Baby C will eventually stop all of her drooling and a tooth will come.  Perhaps I would see just how much I should enjoy each day because each day that passes will be a day that I don't get back.  I am sure that on God's shoulders I would be full of glee.

You know sometimes I think I am on God's shoulders.  Sometimes, through prayer usually, my perspectives do change.  God does lift us up and allows us to see the greater view that God sees.  When this happens I am reminded of just how full of joy my life is.

It's Thanksgiving again.  I have had 31 Thanksgivings.  I am thankful for that.  I am thankful for this moment, right now, when I can reflect and see the view that I most often miss from being too focused on the details that are right in front of me.  I am thankful that God can pick me up and allow me to see just how great this creation is and that no matter what problems we are facing our lives can still be full of joy as we look out at the view from the shoulders of God.

Does that make sense?