First published on April 26, 2010
Yesterday, Spencer approached me holding a plastic bracelet that looked like it was freshly-swiped right out of his older sister’s room. It also looked like the 1,000,001 other trinkets made somewhere in Taiwan that occupy our home. I’m certain we could open a carnival stand in our garage and have enough prizes to award the entire neighborhood with a trinket – win or lose. But I digress.
Eyes blazing with the excitement of his freshly-found loot, he furrowed his brow and began to work fervently on forcing the lime green ring around his chubby, 21 month old arm.
“Here buddy, let me help you,” I told him.
I placed my hand around the bracelet in an attempt to wiggle it up his arm. I was trying to help him for crying out loud but he was having none of it.
He furrowed his brow further, dug in his heels and pulled right back. It was a stand-off. He had completely misunderstood my intentions. He thought I was trying to take the bracelet away.
I pulled back and tried to explain in a gentle voice that I was merely trying to help. I wasn’t going to take it. It was his to keep – I just wanted to help him get the bracelet on his little arm so he could go on his merry way and fulfill the other things that were on his “toddler to-do list” for the day.
That’s when it hit me.
I heard God say, “Kinda reminds me of you and me, eh?”
I was humbled because of course it was metaphorical of my relationship with God.
He pulls to assist me – He doesn’t plan to necessarily take away though I know He will if he deems it to be necessary. He simply wants to help because His love for us is that of a parent’s love for their child. He wants to make things a little bit easier. Sure there’s a set of laws to live by but our God? He’s our Father. He wants to help us just like I want to help little Spencer.
He looks at us struggling, trying to figure it out on our own, and must be thinking “There’s such an easier way, my dear one. Here, let me help you.”
Then we dig in our heels, furrow our brows and pull back. We think our way is the right way. It’s about us, sure. But it’s really about fear.
And me? Guilty as charged.
Surrendering is just so darn hard. It’s placing complete and utter trust in something we cannot see, feel, smell, taste, or touch. But that, my friends, is called faith.
Spencer eventually surrendered to his “older and wiser” mama. He saw that I just wanted to help and he allowed me to do so. He then happily ran away with the lime green ring around his arm and proceeded to proudly show off his treasure to his older brother and sister.
He had things to do. His day was full. However, unbeknownst to him, he had just provided a much-needed reminder for his mama.
Funny how God teaches us through our children.
What about you? Do you struggle with surrendering or is it just me?
“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1
Totally can relate! I had an God wink last Saturday! I was listen to when when Peter was trying to walk to Jesus on the water and he was scared. When he stopped focusing on Jesus, he got scared….at the time I was very anxious for a rough week approaching. I was just Peter! I was scared because I focused on the trials coming (the waves) instead of focusing on Jesus!
My week hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be!
I feel like God is using my husband to make me grow. He keeps coming up with good ideas that at first annoy me, but then I see he is really just trying to help. (It mainly involes getting me motivated and organized to begin homeschooling.) So I have given up and pretty much (ok, maybe after some minor grumbling) just go along with what he comes up with because it is usually right anyway.
It is definately not just you!
I am SO glad you reposted this! It is just what I needed to hear today in the midst of the “getting ready to go back to school” chaos that is ruling our home right now. The pushing, the pulling, the not trusting mommy’s guidance… This is the perfect perspective for me to keep in mind this week, and always. Thank you! :) :)