God-given Disposition
‘Thank God we can’t tell the future.
We’d never get out of bed.’
I guess, maybe, if you’re completely out
of gas. But if not, and I believe this to
be the case for most of us, we spring slowly
from our slumbers to put our shoulders to
the course of human events, to strain to
bend them even barely to show God we’re not quitters, no sir, and that we want a say in how the day plays. This stance is not defiance but pluck, one that says ‘We can’t tell the future, God. But this is nothing new, so we’re getting out of bed one more time. Call our necks stiff if you must but we won’t yield until you bless us. We can’t. We’re too much like you.’
bend them even barely to show God we’re not quitters, no sir, and that we want a say in how the day plays. This stance is not defiance but pluck, one that says ‘We can’t tell the future, God. But this is nothing new, so we’re getting out of bed one more time. Call our necks stiff if you must but we won’t yield until you bless us. We can’t. We’re too much like you.’
Hope yall are well.I attempted emails after your Grandmom passed away.
I love that movie. I took my daughter and she said, That’s your family, Mom, but all the things they would never say in their nice, Southern, Christian way.
your poems are frequently breaths of fresh air to me. Thank you for sharing them with us.
Love this take on being “made in the image of God.” No wonder we hang on to life!!
I love how your heart and mind see things….so cool.
Golly, how I didn’t know I needed to say this with you this morning. Being Jacobs. Thank you, John.
Exactly. Hit that nail right on the head. Again. Thank you.