Being one in the small percentage of individuals who was part of the experimentation with the metric system in grade school to become acceptable with the rest of the world’s standards, unit laziness caused us into the routine of old habits, I never really learned how to accurately measure.
Why did we not adopt such a simple system based on 10’s instead of the standard measurements of 12’s–was it really out of sheer reluctance to change, even in this case, the change was good?
Unfortunately, I arrived into adulthood without the basic concept of this simple measuring system engrained in my memory bank.
Why do we (me) feel the ongoing difficulty to measure up?
Measuring my standard against the world’s? Against others? Against myself?
I am without a simple answer.
What this two-year desert experience has taught me is to reluctantly accept a better way of measurement.
One not based on measuring myself as 1/2 full because the day went satisfactory and all was well.
One not based on measuring myself as 1/2 empty because disappointment dissipated my value.
One that has my cup full no matter how I feel I measure up. Because my measurement is not on how I feel, but on His fullness.
Is it really that simple?