“Then a voice came from heaven, ‘You are My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.’ ” Mark 1:11
As a child it felt like success came hard for me. I was born with misshaped hips and legs resulting in my needing to wear braces on my legs. This delayed my ability to walk and completely cancelled any ability to run or ride tricycles until they could be removed. I was so young that I remember almost nothing of that time but the two memories I do have are ones of great frustration.
When it came to school I discovered that I was slower learning to read than most of my classmates. I tried to act like it didn’t bother me but it was very hard for me. Learning math skills was slow for me. I was almost always a few and sometimes several lessons behind my classmates. I was ashamed of this but it didn’t seem to matter how hard I worked I just couldn’t keep up.
When it came to playing games like baseball, or hockey, or soccer, or volley ball or basketball; sometimes I had difficulty playing those games. I’ve since observed that I have poor depth perception causing me difficulty gauging how far away things are. This is particularly difficult with small moving objects like baseballs. I got used to never being the first and usually one of the last ones picked for teams.
Praise had to be earned when I was growing up and you can imagine that I got to hear others being praised far more that I ever got to hear it for myself. It just always felt like success was just out of reach.
As an adult approaching fifty success isn’t as hard to find as it used to be. I’ve learned to compensate for the mild dyslexia I have and while I’ll never be a fast reader, most of my learning challenges have been overcome. I now find that fitness is more important than athletics and don’t find myself comparing my abilities with others quite so much. Still there’s a part of me that’s that little boy desperately yearning to be able to do what his brothers and classmates seem to find so easy to do. To get the A on his home work. To be good at things that get you attention. To be able to do something so that someone will say their proud of me.
That’s why I treasure these words spoken by the Father to his Son. “You are My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” It’s good to know that my Heavenly Father doesn’t make it too difficult to earn those words from him.