And her world came to a screeching halt…
…at least that’s what it sounded like when my two-and-a-half year old daughter broke down in an all out cry this afternoon. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of hazelnut coffee and watching it rain for the first time in weeks. My baby girl had gone to the downstairs playroom to play. Out of no where I heard her break out into a full on “real” cry (as opposed to the fake cry that all toddlers come equipped with). Wondering whether she had hurt herself or if she had broken one of her favorite toys, I ran down the stairs only to find her sobbing over an empty box and 24 Crayola’s scattered over the floor.
In her little mind, this was it. She had dropped her crayons and there was no fixing this problem. It was completely out of her control. And the only solution was to cry out for daddy. And when I stepped in, it was all okay.
You see I can handle a spilled box of crayons. And my daughter knew I could regain control. I began by pulling her close to my chest and calming her sobs and wiping her tears. And then I led her in picking up the crayons, one by one. What seemed unmanageable in her little eyes, was completely doable for me.
It doesn’t get much easier at our age either…
Amber and I have been anxiously waiting for the arrival of our second daughter. She was due to be born five days ago. So technically she’s overdue. Statistics reveal that 10% of all pregnancy go past their due date. So lucky for us, we are in a minority of parents playing this waiting game.
It has been incredibly frustrating wondering when she is going to make her grand entrance. I’m normally not a very patient person. I’m ready for her to be born so I can finally meet my new bundle of joy. I can only imagine how tired my wife must be!
Yet no matter how tired of waiting we are, it’s completely out of our control. We have no say in this; but, God does. He is not surprised by this baby’s delinquent arrival. He is not caught off guard by the whys and the hows of her birth. Much like my feeling when my daughter spills her crayons, Our Father can handle the pressure of patience.
This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike “What’s next, Papa?” God’s Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are. We know who he is, and we know who we are: Father and children. And we know we are going to get what’s coming to us—an unbelievable inheritance! We go through exactly what Christ goes through. If we go through the hard times with him, then we’re certainly going to go through the good times with him! That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times… So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose?
-Romans 8:15-18, 21 (The Message)
Whatever situation has you wadding in wonder or searching in the unknown, God is in control. He gave His Son, Jesus, as the price required to handle your worry. It cost God His very Son so He might have the privilege of handling your problems. So try trusting Him with them. It cost God a whole lot more than it will cost you to trust Him. He invites you to release your attempt at control, and allow the one who has the keys heaven’s storeroom to take over.
My daughter’s complete faith in her dad to take control has taught me to quit worrying about when my baby is going to come. How do you need to let go and let God? Keep the conversation going by posting a comment!