We were walking through the Cosmosphere when I read about one of the early astronauts and the trouble he had getting back into his capsule after finishing a task on its exterior.
'It was both physically and emotionally difficult to re-enter,' he said,'Physically because the suit had expanded; emotionally because it was so beautiful outside I could not bear to go back in.'
'It was both physically and emotionally difficult to re-enter,' he said,'Physically because the suit had expanded; emotionally because it was so beautiful outside I could not bear to go back in.'
The capsule was his lifeblood for the moment, but was really only a vehicle winging him through
space. The world he yearned for, had worked toward, the summation of his life’s work was
outside those walls.
It made me wonder how I
define the walls of my world, drawing lines and making demands that shrink
life, when the goodness of God is a vast place calling me outward. It’s
not a cramped little cell spinning me forward.
His goodness is the
outside place.
The difference is that I
can live out there in that beauty, and don’t have to come back in to the
smallness I create in order to survive.
-lindasinklings
gathering days.45
-lindasinklings
gathering days.45
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