When I was about 4 years old, I “graduated” to my own room. It was on the 2nd floor of the house. My playroom was next door and the bathroom was down the hall. I had the entire 2nd floor to myself.
I hated it! We had a big shade tree just outside of my window with a streetlight strategically placed next to it. The streetlight would cast a shadow of a creepy un-dead figure onto my window. I would cry and try to tell the creature to leave, but it never did. Mom and dad would try to explain that I had nothing to be scared of because I was only seeing the shadow of a tree, but I never really bought in.
Then we moved…
At some point, now a few years older, I got my own room… in the basement. My room contained a billiards table! How cool is that! I even got my own TV. Stored on the wall was a set of tennis rackets. At night they would morph into some sort of weird being. They kept me awake.
Mom and dad continued to try to make me understand that if they were tennis rackets in the light then they are also tennis rackets in the dark. I understood, and agreed with the reasoning, and therefore tried to make it my own.
I find it interesting that we often do not believe things that are right in front of our eyes.
When I look at my planter box of seasonal plants, I think of my dad. “If you ever want verification that God exists, look at the plants. Without God, how else would the plants know in which direction to grow?”… Or something like that… I am paraphrasing.
The point is… God exists and we have examples of that everywhere, everyday. And yet some choose to believe in the shadows. God may show us a shadow, creepy and scary, but when we look at it in another light, it is a beautiful tree.
The key is patience and trust. Trust that God’s plan is beautiful and he will show us the light while patient enough to submit to God’s timing.
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3 comments:
Great Blog!!! It sounds like you
dad is very smart.
Very nice post...
First, I would have to say that it is weird to here any stories about our family that I have no memory of (the North Main Street part).
Second, while I really like and agree with your illustration of how we act very much like a child does when it comes to matters of God, I also like to focus on your reaction to mom and dad's reasoning. Sure their logic was sound and you could understand it, but it didn't bring you peace when you went to bed. This obviously makes me think of Philippians 4:7 (And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearst and your minds in Christ Jesus). I often think about how much understanding the situation doesn't necessarily bring you peace about it, but often even when I know the situation is bad I feel peace when I turn to God.
Lonetree... glad you liked it.. My dad is a pretty smart guy!
Elbow... there are a few things that occured prior to your arrival... like your thoughts though.
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