I don’t believe I’ve ever felt more profoundly inept than I have over the past few days. It’s unbelievable that our seven pound baby can bring a two-hundred pound man to a screeching halt with one whimper. Yet that is what’s happening.
As I’ve pondered raising our new daughter (we’re now just over a week into parenthood), I’ve realized that there are so many things in life that I can’t take care of for her. While I want to teach her and protect her, there are some things that I can’t teach and so many things I can’t protect her from. So many opportunities for evil.
That scares me
I don’t like to realize that I’m incapable and insufficient. I don’t like the feeling of helplessness. I’d much rather be able to protect my little girl from everything and everybody.
Sure, I could get the stereotypical shotgun to scare off all potential boyfriends. I could try to refuse to let her date until she’s 35. I could homeschool her and keep her inside and away from germs. But if I did that, it might still do no good. It might even cause her harm.
Unless the LORD builds a house, the work of the builders is wasted.
Unless the LORD protects a city, guarding it with sentries will do no good.
