Jumping to Daddy
Remember when the kids were little and they would just randomly jump toward you and expect you to catch them? You could turn around and suddenly have a flying child coming right at you from the edge of a chair, bed, or even a table.
It was always so fun to catch them, watching their faces beam with trust, and the exhilaration of the flight. It always ended in a hug or a kiss, and a giggle.
Remember the look on their face when you missed? It started as complete bewilderment, and then sorrow, maybe pain, mixed with doubt, as they considered what it could possibly mean that you would drop them.
Remember how you felt about that look on their face? I’m sure that part of your heart tried to explain that they can’t jump unless you are looking – and when you don’t have your hands full….or whatever. But the other part of your heart must have thought, “Oh no, please don’t quit trusting me. I would never hurt you out of meanness. I love you.”
I wonder. Sometimes I feel like God has dropped me….and I know that He always sees me, and always has room in His hands for me. So why sometimes, does it seem like He wasn’t paying attention? When those times come, I find myself looking up at Him like a child, with that look that is deciding if I will continue to trust him.
I wonder how he feels about that look. He sees the big picture and knows why I fell, or feel like I’m falling. Sometimes He answers my question, and sometimes He doesn’t. But I think that all the time, His heart must be saying, “Oh no, please don’t quit trusting me. I would never hurt you out of meanness. I love you.”
Keep jumping Child of God.