Crawl

So, I was listening to a CD that my Dad had in his truck yesterday, and there was a song on it that I ended up really liking. It's called Crawl, by Superchick (surprising, I don't usually like them all that much). It's a pretty song, but what really got me is what I thought the lyrics were saying, which I'm not even sure they say anymore (still sounds like it to me).

Anyway, what I thought she said is "And when I have to crawl, well, you crawled too." Whether that's right or not, it still gave me a pretty cool thought: God crawled. Did you ever think about that? I hadn't. But God, the creator of everything, who is so powerful he did it with only his words, who made me and you, and could take everything we know away in an instant, and who is so far above me I don't feel like I could ever really know him... that God; he crawled. On earth. As a baby. And probably again as he was dying.

This week has been pretty tough, and I kinda feel like I'm just crawling along. It's been hard with family, but also very busy at work and also very hard as far as my "spiritual life" goes. I think I would go so far as to say I'm a little peeved at God right now. But something I forget very often is that he knows what this life is like. He lived life, just like we live. He had friends die. He was tempted. He got tired. He had pain. And He even crawled on the ground.

I find it pretty encouraging and awesome that God understands what we are going through like that.