As a new father, I often find myself waking before the sun to attend to the cries of my daughter. Her peaceful sleep is usually disrupted by the sudden loss of her pacifier. She panics. Her arms begin waving as her head sways back and forth uncontrollably. It’s much like the early years of Stevie Wonder.
After placing the pacifier back in her mouth, I call her name and remind her that everything will be alright because I will never leave her. I repeat this cycle several times some mornings. Occasionally, I will hold her and sing her to sleep.
Never once, though, have I been upset with her for keeping me up. In fact, I find myself taking joy in those waking moments that are just ours. Although I am hardly coherent, I am glad that I had the chance to see her again.
I think now I understand more how God views my prayers. I feel bad sometimes because my prayers are so selfish and whiny. It’s like I’m a little kid in the supermarket who couldn’t pick out his own cereal, and stomps his feat. When the circumstances disrupt my peaceful life and there is a sudden loss of those things that pacify me, I lose control and panic. I start crying to my Father.
Instead of getting upset or frustrated, His strong arms hold me and He calls my name. He, then, reminds me that everything is alright because He will never leave me. There are also occasions when He sings to me. Just because I am His child, that is enough reason for Him to take joy in even my moment of weakness. He is just glad that we are spending time together.
October 28, 2007 at 7:29 pm |
Beautiful words