Shoulders of Giants

Do you have a calling? Maybe you prefer to call it a destiny? A plan? A future? A purpose, perhaps? I know I do.

One of the things that has always helped see me through times of indecision and fear is my belief in my calling. My reason for being on this earth. When my choices are unclear, or any time when I'm struggling it gives me peace to know that my future is assured.

From time to time though, the situations I am faced with become to great. The challenges seem simply to much to overcome. Do you have those times like I do? Those times when my faith is shaken, when I can't seem to remember that I'm part of something greater. Forgetting my place seems the easiest thing I ever do.

In times like these, I find myself seeking around for the strength of others. I recall the light of those that have gone before showing the way. Taking time to reflect on their lives and purpose can really snap me out of my own selfish quagmire.

"Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn't matter with me now, because I've been to the mountain top and I don't mind. Like anybody, I would like a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will, and He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over, and I've seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you, but I want you to know tonight, that we as a people will get to the Promised Land. So I'm happy tonight; I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."
-- Dr. Martin Luther King

Basking in the glow of such phenomenal poise and purpose, humbles me. It brings the frail simplicity and meagerness of my own meddling into sharp relief.

It is good to have the shoulders of giants to stand on sometimes. Else the little guys like myself would get lost in the crowd and never see the sunsets.