There is nothing more terrifying for some children than a grown up
tossing them up into the air and then catching them as they return back down to
their waiting arms. I have witnessed some children that absolutely love this
feeling. They will smile, laugh, and then beg for mom/dad to do it again.
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My daughter is not one of the latter. She despises heights and will
literally pull my hair out if I so much as raise her above my head. As any good
(mischievious) father would do, I never allow this stop me from tossing her
into the air when I get the chance.
Last evening, I had an epiphany of sorts that is so elementary, yet incredibly powerful. As I see the ‘terror’ in my little girl’s eyes when I toss her into the air, I can sense that she doesn’t completely grasp that her daddy is going to catch her on the way back down. In other words, she is full of doubt – worry – concern. In that split second of time, there are questions abounding in her little mind. Why is my daddy doing this to me? I’m being tossed and flipped around against my wishes, dangling in the unknown. I don’t like it up here.
The thing is: Just because I know she doesn’t completely trust me doesn’t change my love for her – nor does it change the fact that I’m her daddy and I would never let her fall. I have everything under control.
As an adult, do you ever just feel like you’re being tossed and thrown around against your wishes? Do you ever have questions about what and why God is doing what He is in your life? Those moments when it feels like you are free falling and no one is going to be there to break your fall.
In rushes the doubts – the questions – the uncertainty . . . Is God really in control?
Last evening, I had an epiphany of sorts that is so elementary, yet incredibly powerful. As I see the ‘terror’ in my little girl’s eyes when I toss her into the air, I can sense that she doesn’t completely grasp that her daddy is going to catch her on the way back down. In other words, she is full of doubt – worry – concern. In that split second of time, there are questions abounding in her little mind. Why is my daddy doing this to me? I’m being tossed and flipped around against my wishes, dangling in the unknown. I don’t like it up here.
The thing is: Just because I know she doesn’t completely trust me doesn’t change my love for her – nor does it change the fact that I’m her daddy and I would never let her fall. I have everything under control.
As an adult, do you ever just feel like you’re being tossed and thrown around against your wishes? Do you ever have questions about what and why God is doing what He is in your life? Those moments when it feels like you are free falling and no one is going to be there to break your fall.
In rushes the doubts – the questions – the uncertainty . . . Is God really in control?
Is He really going to catch me?
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Let me share with you:
Having these kinds of thoughts is ok. As a matter of
fact, I would be worried about you if you didn’t.
Without these experiences, we
would never have to worry about learning to trust Him.
Just because you are filled with doubt doesn’t change the fact that you are His child.
Just because you are filled with doubt doesn’t change the fact that you are His child.
Quite often I have set my own self back because my
doubts and questions consumed me so much that I began reaching to fix things on
my own. I failed to allow His process
to continue its work in my life.
Storms of life and prison experiences will cause you to wonder. But
just because you don’t fully believe
in your moment of confusion doesn’t cause Him to turn His back on you.
My little Sam doesn’t always trust daddy to catch her when she is tossed…but that doesn’t stop me from catching her.
Don’t allow the doubts to ever rob you of knowing, ‘He’s my Father’. I don’t always get the ‘why’…but He does. And that’s enough.
My little Sam doesn’t always trust daddy to catch her when she is tossed…but that doesn’t stop me from catching her.
Don’t allow the doubts to ever rob you of knowing, ‘He’s my Father’. I don’t always get the ‘why’…but He does. And that’s enough.
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