“When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability . . . To be alive is to be vulnerable.” Madeleine L’Engle
Just having had Epiphany (which means, “Bright Appearing”)… and having celebrated the Christmas story, I’ve been thinking how incredible it is this story we have just celebrated. Who appeared? A warrior? A General? A king ruling from a palace? No. When God chose to rescue the whole world he didn’t come in power. He came in weakness. He didn’t come to be the boss. He came as the lowliest of the low. He made himself small. And came down as a helpless baby.
You don’t get more vulnerable than that.
God sent a baby to rescue the world. It’s just not the way we do things. And I’m so grateful.
So going into this new year it’s a good reminder to me — if that’s how God does things — then I don’t have to have it all figured out, I don’t have to be in charge, I can let go. I can be vulnerable. I can trust. I can be like a child.
Brene Brown, whose whole theme is vulnerability, is pretty great (I’m a big fan). She wrote a piece in The Washington Post: Love Note To The Workaholic.
In case you missed it, this is the one that went viral:
and while we’re at it, here’s another… on shame. (She’s against it.)
You’re welcome. (Happy New Year.)