When Gabriel is drinking and it does not go as fast as he wants it to, he starts screaming. He stops drinking and gets all into a hysterical fit, kicking his feet and flinging his hands about. He prefers to drown himself in milk, having it all in one gulp.
Sometimes I catch myself doing that.
God says He will give me the strength I need when I need it. He’s not just going to make me superman or give me my entire life in one second. I need to go ahead, take a step in faith, and He’ll be there. Like Peter, walking on the water. Only not quite as scary.
(Seriously. I went snorkling one time and I was freaked out to the point of death because of the dark deep dephts beneath me. On the other hand, Peter didn’t have goggles and therefore couldn’t see the deep dark depths quite as well)
When I start kicking and screaming, it’s not nearly as acceptable as when my baby does it. Even when he does it it’s risky business for the little dude.
So my point is, just like I want my baby to be calm and trust that it’ll come at the pace that is right for him, God wants me to be calm. Life, wisdom, the grown-up factor and all other things will come at the pace that he decides is right for me.
Because if He’d just let me have everything I wanted at the moment I got it into my head that I wanted it…my life would be a big messy place.
Today I will practice what I preach and (try) to trust God and just walk where He’s put me without running ahead to grab what’s around the corner. Or being mad that I can’t have what He might have planned for next year.
Oh man…yea…I so want to gulp things…but end up spluttering and spilling things in a mess everywhere.