“See what great love the Father has lavished on us,
that we should be called the children of God! And that is what we are!
1 John 3:1
The decibel level was high and the excitement level barely manageable. It was a hot, humid Texas Fourth of July. We were enjoying a family gathering complete with grown children, grandchildren of all ages and two very blessed grandparents. We had stuffed ourselves with hamburgers, hot dogs, baked beans and potato salad. It was finally time for the fireworks and what fun they were…beautiful, but definitely noisy.
While most of us were having great fun, our precious little four-month old granddaughter had reached her tolerance limit. Big old crocodile tears began to run down her cheeks as she made her distress known. Her daddy picked her up and laid her on his chest, rubbed her back, kissed her on the top of her head and soothingly said, “I know you are tired but everything is going to be alright.”
She laid there a minute then raised her head, looked at her daddy, put her little hand on his cheek and with great passion begin to tell her Dad (in her baby babble) that everything wasn’t alright. “I am tired; I’ve been passed around like a sack of potatoes; there are people here that I don’t know; the cat hissed at me and the fireworks are too loud.”
In a moment… and after more tears…she laid her head back down on her daddy’s chest and briefly closed her eyes. Her daddy continued to stroke her back and tell her that everything was going to be alright.
She was still for a moment then raised her head again, put her hand on her daddy’s cheek again and began to babble away…seemingly telling her dad exactly how things were and that she was not happy. He continued to reassure her and tell her that everything was going to be alright and she would feel better after she had some rest.
The scene was repeated three times and then finally she put her head down, closed her eyes and went sound asleep amid all the chaos…believing that like her daddy said, everything was going to be alright.
As I watched sweet little Avery, I thought, “I know exactly how she feels.” I have often allowed myself to become so overwhelmed by the circumstances of my life that I felt I could no longer cope. I have known what it is like to have the noise of the world around me become so loud that it was frightening. I have known what it is like to be so tired that I couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.
The solution to my problems has been the same as Avery’s…allow my father, my Abba Father, to gather me into His arms, to tell Him about my struggles, my pain, my fears, to believe Him when He says everything will be alright and then to rest.
Like Avery, we have a Father who loves us, is tender enough to hug us and strong enough to protect us and make things right.
Truth to Claim: God is our Abba Father and it is okay to tell Him all about our struggles and then rest in Him confident that He is in control.
Application: Learn all we can from scripture about the fatherly characteristics of our God.
Solo Deo Gloria