When I woke up this morning, I found my little girl all cuddled up beside me. A few minutes later she was exchanging arguments with her brother about a toy. I gave instructions to cease hostilities and to stop handling the contentious toy. My directives fell on deaf ears leading to my administration of discipline. This is mostly a form of isometric calistenics which serves a secondary purpose of developing their physique. (Makes me wonder when parents stop worrying about this and concern themselves with acne treatments.) After a post-discipline self-pity party, my daughter proceeds to the consumption of her breakfast. She engages me in a conversation during this meal. It wasn’t what she said that touched me but it was her eyes. A gaze at those innocent, trusting disks melts away any irritation, anxiety or anger I may have had previously. This little lady trusts me! She knows that whatever I do is for her good. Why can’t I be like her, most of the time, when it comes to my relationship with God? He has my best interest in mind but I only see the pain in my life. I guess it’s time for me to see his heart just as my daughter sees mine.
Tags: Faith, Parenting, PERSONAL, Relationships, trust
