Saturday, February 12, 2011


Her little legs were moving slowly.  She trudged on, trying to keep up with the rest of the family.  "My legs hurt.  I'm tired of walking."

She saw her brother being hoisted onto daddy's shoulders and I could see the wheels turning in her head.  She watched them closely until finally her brother was let down to the ground.  At that moment, her tired legs found some energy and she ran to her daddy.  I watched her ask him if she could have a ride on his shoulders too.

A moment later she was shrieking.  Her daddy was giving her specific instructions.  He was telling her where to hold on and how to sit.  She was so focused on falling that she couldn't bring herself to obey him.  He gently set her down and told her that he wouldn't be able to hold her on his shoulders is she couldn't follow his instructions.

She looked up at me with sad eyes.  "I was just too afraid that I was going to fall off and crack my head open on the sidewalk!"  "Don't you trust your daddy?  Daddy wouldn't let you fall.  He was holding onto you the whole time!"  I could see the struggle in her eyes.  She wanted to do it so badly, but was just too afraid.

How often do I behave that same way with my God?  He tells me to do something, but I just can't bring myself to do it because it is different and scary.  I don't trust that He is going to protect me, so I kick my legs and cry and do it my own way.  And because of my stubbornness, I often end up just like my little girl:  trudging along with sore legs right next to the one who could pick me up and help me.

Lord, I long to trust you.  Give me the courage to give up control and do things Your way.

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