Bug always wants to put her clothes on by herself, and she usually has no problems. But occasionally, after a few tries, she has trouble. Cue the squeals, whines, foot-stomping and flopping to the floor.
This production will last twenty minutes if I don’t pay any attention. Twenty solid minutes of struggling, crying, fussing, and generally making it known to the entire household that Our Bug is in distress. Often I am a mere few feet away in the kitchen, fully aware of the struggle. But although she will move her tantrum nearer to me to get my attention, she will not utter the few required words, “Mommy, help me please!”
Until I gently kneel in front of her and said, “Sweetie, what do you need?”
Then she finally, pitifully pleads, “Help!”
Why is it that we often need the same prompt from God? Why is it that we will thrash and wail and struggle and cry on our own, trying so hard to work it out “all by mySELF!” when God is so near to us, gently asking, “My dear child, what is it you need?” Just as I will help my daughter if only she asks, He is listening for our prayers.
So right now, as I am struggling so hard with these emotions about my parents and their divorce, with how to comfort my dad as he is having so many life stresses piled high and so little support, and how to firmly hold fast to my belief that my mom should not date/remarry in spite of her emotional blackmail, I am cutting through my tears and tantrums, calling out to God: “Father, help me please.” And I know He comes, to supply the right words, to strengthen my resolve, and to remind me that He cares more about my dad and my mom than I do. They are His children, and He will support my dad, teach my mom, and bring each of them closer to Himself. They are His children before they are my parents.
Thanks God.
Posted on February 13th, 2007 by Dove
Filed under: Kids, Learning
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