Like most Moms with a smartphone, I take lots of photos, most of them of my kids. One of my absolute favorite pictures of my boys is one I took last spring in our backyard. “The Brothers,” as we call them, had discovered a large cardboard box and were adventuring with it in the yard. When I snapped the picture, all you could see of the boys is their feet sticking up in the air. The rest of them is hidden inside that glorious cardboard box. Enclosed. Hemmed in. Contained.
I really like things that can be contained, collected, sorted, and boxed up neatly. Everything has an assigned spot; our hours are scheduled; the routine is followed closely. And it’s not just my housekeeping that reflects this. My parenting style is to establish and enforce clear boundaries so I know where my kids are, what they’re doing, and when. Predictability gives me peace; having control keeps me comfortable.
But all that goes out the window with God. He’s the exact opposite of contain-able.
“The heavens, even the highest heaven, cannot contain you.” 1 Kings 8:27
My best attempts to define, explain, categorize, and contain God always fail. I can’t quantify or organize Him. I can’t predict His plan or assign Him a schedule. He cannot be measured, and He has no limits.
His greatness no one can fathom. Ps 145:3
His understanding has no limit. Ps 147:5
His judgments are unsearchable and his paths beyond tracing out. Rom 11:33
He’s so enormous that the oceans of the world fit in the palm of His hand. Is 40:12
He’s everlasting, with no beginning or end. Is 40:28
The creator of everything needs nothing. He’s completely self-sufficient. Rom 17:24-25
Nothing can contain Him. He’s uncontainable!
Sometimes I need to be reminded of this: I’m not God; He is. And I’ll admit that I’ve tried to switch places with Him. But I’m measurable, predictable, containable. I’ve got limits, needs, weaknesses. I’m a finite creation, with a beginning and end determined by God. God created me to live in this position of dependance, not so He could be the domineering and manipulative overlord, but so He could be the gracious and loving provider.
Today, may you and I find freedom in remembering that we don’t have to pretend to be boundary-busting, all-powerful, know-it-all, be-everywhere-at-once superheroes. God’s got all that covered.