My second son, Caleb, wanted to spend every moment I was in my woodshop with me. He was constantly looking for something that he could bang with a hammer, cut with a saw or tighten with a screwdriver. On the one hand – nothing is more gratifying to a dad than a son wanting to be like him. On the other hand, nothing is more frustrating than constantly having to tell your four year old that he just isn’t big enough to hit, cut or screw whatever it is he was attempting.
Solution: I got him a cut-off 2×6 and pounded a bunch of large-headed nails into it about 1/3 of the way in. He then gleefully pounded away at the nails. This was a short-lived success. That’s when I decided that he needed a workbench of his own. Under the guise of seeing how big he was getting, I measured the height of his hipbone, his reach and his spread.
I built him a workbench that was as deep as he could reach easily, as wide as his spread and as high as his hipbone. We then outfitted the workbench with a pegboard back, some hanging baskets for tool storage, basic tools and his very own nail apron. He was ecstatic!! So was my wife…until he started banging away in the playroom 🙂
Caleb’s bench fits him. It is a horrible workbench for me, but for him – it is exactly what he needed.
Life is a lot like that workbench. When we try to make ours look like someone else’s, we are constantly frustrated, inefficient and ineffective. When we build a life that fits us though…it fits, it just fits.
God knows you and every little detail about you. He knows how far you can reach and what kind of tools to put on your pegboard. Stop fighting his handcrafted fit for your life, and let him – the Master Craftsman, build you a life that fits. “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” (Psalm 139:13, NIV)