The other day I was getting ready for church, scurrying around like I do every Sunday morning. I was in and out of the room where Lily was playing. She was fine when she could see me...happily playing on her own, amusing her cute self. But the moment I left the room she would scream and cry and wail. At first it was cute. "Aw...she needs me...she misses me," I thought. Then, after about the 100th time, it wasn't so cute anymore. "Seriously Lily? I'm still talking to you. You can still hear my voice. I haven't left! Chill kid!"
Then, like a Mac truck, it hit me in the face. I do the same thing with God. The moment I can't see Him, I scream and wail and cry. "Why did you leave me?? How could you do that??" But just like I'm still there with Lily even though she can't exactly see my face, He is still with me even if I can't see Him. He probably just shakes His head at me and thinks, "Chill kid."
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