Today is Barbie’s birthday.
It’s also my dad’s.
Which led me to compare the two. Naturally.
Barbie: perfectly plastic in every way from the top of her synthetic bleach blond head to the tip of her tiny imitation toes, including her impossible-to-reproduce-in-real-life figure, so help us all.
My dad: perfectly real in every way from the top of his graying sandy-haired head to the tip of his work-boot covered toes, including his giant 6’3” frame that intimidated the heck out of boys, so help them all.
My faith: at times perfectly Barbie. Attractive on the exterior, but artificial at the core. So, help me, God. I believe. Help my unbelief.
My God: perfectly real in every way from the Beginning to the End. Way bigger and more powerful than I’m even capable of comprehending. Lord, help us all. Please.
My prayer: to have a giant-sized faith to match my giant-sized God. Away with Barbie. Bring on my (Heavenly) Dad.