I believe when Paul, being moved by the Spirit to pen the words of Phillipians 4:11, “…for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content,” he gave us the best piece of advice we could’ve ever been given. I realize that Paul was not speaking directly to me or you when writing this verse, but I can’t help but to dwell on it. It’s in the back of my mind, that I am called to be content. I am not so idealistic to think that I can achieve a state of contentment every single day, but I would like to try.
This brings me to my title, “Like Baby Bear Soup.” A man that deserves all the admiration and respect that I possess once said this about the way a truck was running after a test drive. It struck me. While remembering my late mother on Mother’s Day last year, the phrase bubbled up inside of me, giving me great comfort where pain had once been. I had often times thought of my mother’s time here on earth as being cut short. She was only forty four years of age when she passed and to most, extremely young. However, it was then that I realized my time with her was like baby bear soup, not too long, not too short, but just right, the way the soup in the middle for Goldilocks was perfect, not too hot, not to cold, but just right.
This is how I want my life to be, just right. It doesn’t have to be perfect, as I know it can’t be, but I must try to look at like baby bear soup, knowing “all things work together for good to them that love God,” as Paul states in Romans 8:28. Whether it be raining or sunny, whether I have a smile on my face or tears streaming down my cheeks, I have to remind myself that I can’t see the tapestry my Lord is weaving with the moments He is allowing me to live out.
I must remember, that in the end, it will be,
❤ Like Baby Bear Soup