(Borrowed from my son Brigham’s FB page…)Me: God, can I ask You a question?
Me: Promise You won’t get mad…
God: I promise.
Me: Why did You let so much stuff happen today?
God: What do you mean?
Me: Well, for starters, I woke up late.
Me: My car took forever to start.
Me: At lunch they made my sandwich wrong, and I had to wait for another.
Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call.
God: All right…
Me: And, on top of all that, when I got home all I wanted to do was soak my feet in my new foot massager and relax. BUT, it wouldn’t work! Nothing went right today…why did You do that?
God: Let me see…the death angel was at your bed this morning, and I had to send one of my angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that.
God: I didn’t let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you’d been on the road.
God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick, and I didn’t want you to catch what they have because I knew you couldn’t afford to miss work.
Me: (Embarrassed) Oh.
God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn’t even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Me: (softly) I see God.
God: On that foot massager, it had a short that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn’t think you wanted to be in the dark.
Me: I’m sorry God.
God: Don’t be sorry, just learn to trust Me…in all things, the good and the bad.
Me: I will trust you.
God: And don’t doubt that My plan for your day is always better than your plan.
Me: I won’t God. And let me tell you God, Thank You for everything today.
God: You’re welcome child. It was just another day being your God, and I love looking after my children.
One of the most challenging things about life is the continuous realization that we have so little control over it. I struggled with this “life lesson” a few years ago when it became apparent my son Nick had a serious drinking problem.
He was 20 years old at the time, and we lived 1,200 miles apart because he was attending college and living with his dad in Wisconsin, while the rest of our family had moved to Texas for my husband’s job. Through a series of escalating events, I came to the harsh realization that I was powerless over what my child’s future would bring.
There were a lot of nights I cried, a lot of nights I prayed. I’ll be honest, I hadn’t been much for praying before that time. Even though I had been raised Catholic, attended private school and gone to church all my life, “faith” didn’t really mean anything to me until I experienced what I felt was a complete lack of control.
As parents we want to shield our children from harm. We live to protect them from the everyday things like germs and failing grades, to larger dilemmas like bullying and addiction. But I have found in talking with lots of parents along my (almost) 25 year “parenting” journey, as much as we’d like to, we cannot protect our kids from many of life’s challenges.
Because I have learned to live by the notion our lives are not determined by what happens to us, but rather by how we react to what happens, the message I share with you today is this: when your encounter a situation where you feel helpless, hopeless or powerless, trust in a higher calling, a higher purpose. Ask Him for patience and clarity. Ask for strength. Ask for the ability to walk with grace through the situation you are in. If it involves your child, ask for these things for him (or her) as well.
And then trust Him. Trust Him. Trust. Him.